Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- And she borrows my clothes without asking. - I understand. That must be hard.

- Well, she can't. - Maybe she can.

No, I just know that next Friday I'm gonna die.

That's... that's funny. You're Dawn's sister, right?

Excuse me, one lousy potential vampire.

And I'll connect with your face if you don't stop wasting my time and help me do my job.

I think it's worse when I'm here.

I always thought closed caskets were more tasteful anyway.

- OK. - D'you understand?

That's why I don't have time to mess around. So you need to talk to me. Now.

Like maybe your sister makes it hard for you to establish your own identity.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... - Don't worry about it.

"I hear the chatter of the bugs. It's they alone will feast."

Hey, look. Check this. She's got her own site.

- I just didn't get much sleep last night. - It's been a long week, huh?

Good grades, good kid, then, all of a sudden, not-so-good grades,

and hopefully not "under my feet here in another time dimension" here.

You're asking my sister to the dance, and she's your second choice?

A tattoo? Oh, right. I can imagine that.

It's not enough. I need to fix this. I don't usually get a heads-up before somebody dies.

I set up this booby trap my cousin Ben always used to do...

- Who are you? - I'm a bad man.

- I'm thinking that... - Hey, I got something.

Nah... you wish

I just... don't.

I guess sometimes you can't help.

She's a girl right? Making boys crazy is like your job description.