Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

I guess sometimes you can't help.

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

I always thought closed caskets were more tasteful anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just... don't.

- OK. - D'you understand?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excuse me, one lousy potential vampire.

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

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

Nah... you wish

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