Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

fixing things to your liking.

You're not too old to put across my knee, you know, sonny.

Hey, take it easy, guy. OK. No one's hurt, right?

No need to get cute. It's a disguise.

I know I messed up, OK? And I wanna fix it.

There's a trap door. It seems to lead to the sewer.

Does anyone remember anything?

We didn't wreck. We didn't know.

Almost there. C'mon. There we go.

And why am I fightin' other vampires?

Put that book down, do you hear?

and more of a paperwork type.

- I said, you owe us. - Who? Me?

Wherever "here" is.

OK. I'm not panicking. I'm not. I'm not. Stop looking at me like I'm panicking.

You know, the clonky sandals. Not a harp.

Carded! Driver's licences.

Thanks for the jacket. It's cold out there.

But here, look.

"I'm sorry. " Everybody's sorry.

Look at this stuff on these shelves.

Not so much. You go ahead. Tell Giles to hold up. I'll be there in a sec.

Why don't you just jump to the chase? Tell them that you're...

No! No more spells.

- This place certainly needs a good tidying. - Oh, yes.

- Here. Let's give 'em these. - Well done.

- There's nothing you can say. - Tara, I didn't mean to...

It's not good for you, Willow.

As proprietor of a magic shop, I propose we fight them.

I know this must be awful for you.

Don't worry. Me neither.

Not to be Miss Psycho Pep Squad, but we must stop obsessing about what we did

A little confused. I mean, I'm all sweaty, and trapped,