Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't need magic. I don't.

- You don't know me? - Not a clue.

The Vampire Slayer! Have you ever given any thought to freelance work?

We kissed, Buffy.

- Right. None of us do. We're being chased... - You're a vampire.

of pains from recent slights and sins.

Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.

OK. Why was I on the ground? And why are you all staring at me?

I thought you took care of that.

And the two of us, natural enemies, thrown together to fight the forces of darkness.

I'll name me... Joan.

I'm with Miss Psycho Pep Squad.

You don't suppose you and I...

on a mission of redemption.

You know how powerful magic is, how dangerous.

It's not just you.

- What are they going to do with them? - Slayer, come out and play!

I can't believe we're talking about this again.

What kind of oogly-booglies? Lizardy types or zombies or vampires, or what?

OK. Who are you freaks?

I can fix it. I know a spell.

Well, magic might help. It's worth a shot.

This is our magic shop?

and your mother taught you about life.