Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OK, that is going on your permanent record.

Plus the salivating Hellmouth under her feet and the whole...

I don't mean to be a pain. You seem nice. I know you're just trying to help.

Look, she was worried and now I'm worried and I wasn't pretending at all.

- I was wondering why I... - Have this job?

There's a girl. She's in danger, and she needs your help. Now.

- Frankly, I'm scared of what I might do. - Yeah, I get that.

I know what it's like to walk these halls and feel lost, alone.

My office hours are ten to four.

She's here, but not "part of the gang" here,

I can't. I just know it's gonna happen.

Poems. Always a sign of pretentious inner turmoil.

I have a job for you.

I know. It's gonna be bad.

But sometimes it's not just talk, right?

Oh, just for me, I guess.

Spike, stop it! What did you do?

(Cassie laughs)

I can't. I can't hear you.

You can't be dead.

But the thing is, with bullies, they're just...

Almighty Avilus, please accept our sacrifice.

Vampire by vampire. It's the only way I know.

I'm in ceramics class with you. I'm Dawn Summers.

I hurt you, Buffy, and I will pay.

Maybe you're trying so hard to help you're seeing paranormal when there's just normal.

Time is running out. It's Friday, the day Cassie said she's going to die.

- Which is when? - What?

Keep your shorts on. We have to do the ritual if we wanna score.

- I'm over you now, sweetie. - Love poems.

She'll tell you. Someday she'll tell you.

Well, I got suspended. Talk like that is taken pretty seriously where I come from.

"But dirt waits for no woman, and coins will buy no time."

I don't know. Amateur opinion here, but she looks dead.

Where are my infinite riches?