Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Almighty Avilus, please accept our sacrifice.

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

Poems. Always a sign of pretentious inner turmoil.

I know. It's gonna be bad.

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

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

I hurt you, Buffy, and I will pay.

Oh, just for me, I guess.

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

My office hours are ten to four.

Where are my infinite riches?

OK, that is going on your permanent record.

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

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

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

But sometimes it's not just talk, right?

You can't be dead.

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

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

(Cassie laughs)

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

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

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

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

- Which is when? - What?

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

Spike, stop it! What did you do?

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

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

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

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

I have a job for you.

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