Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I can't take it any more.

Oh, God! What is it with you guys?

Cos honest to Pete, a shopkeeper's heart can only take so much.

They seem to want Randy. And I seem to be pretty strong. Wicked strong.

Bloody hell! What are you doing?

The boys are barbarians.

I know it feels like we've been through this before.

I mean, it's so blah. Joan?

Is this some psych test? Am I getting paid?

- A tarty stepmom, half old Daddy's age. - Tarty?

What? I'm just saying what everyone's thinking. Right, baby?

Now look at what you've done. That thing is gonna eat my ring.

Of all the nerve.

Who doesn't look good with a harp?

Come on. This way. Up the ladder.

Or maybe you go out with me.

Let's just forget it ever happened.

You don't know who you are.

I just wanted us not to fight any more.

- We're getting married. - Did you know?

A little debt collecting, perhaps?

I don't like this.

- Oh, God. I'm English. - Welcome to the nancy tribe.

I smell fear. And it smells good.

For Buffy and Tara, this I char.