Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Clearly that is not a helpful book, darling.

I don't know. But we need our memories back. We have to get to a hospital.

I like it. I feel like a Joan.

With glasses. Well, that narrows it down considerably.

Don't leave me.

To what? Violate my mind like that?

If you guys understood how it felt.

So how come I don't wanna bite you?

- Perhaps we should try another book. - No.

I'm not leaving the shop. I have to protect the cash register and do some spells.

I mean, I know there's the vampire problem, and...

But it could have been one of a zillion heavenly dimensions.

- I kill your kind. - And I bite yours.

- Maybe it's Hallowe'en. - Doesn't feel like it.

disappointment.

- Do you think we're...? - Sisters?

And I'll step in because...

What? Did you just "ugh" my name?

Don't blame me, you snobby, snotty, thinks-he's-so-great kinda jerk.

That's very progressive of me.

never touch you, ever, ever again.

And the forms next to the cash register say that Rupert and Anya own the shop together.

I can't believe I'm saying this.

I'm like a superhero or something.

It was a genuine pleasure.

Why not just call me "Horny" Giles, or "Desperate for a shag" Giles?

- Older brother? - Father.

When things get rough, you don't even consider the options.

I know that you guys are just trying to help, but it's too much.

You are using too much magic.