Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Everything would be different.

- What are you doing? - Making a choice.

- Well, you weren't in class. Again. - Band was practising.

I mean, with your gentle eyes and your shy smile

- You guys love to hear yourselves speak. - We're losing her, guys.

- I like girls. - You stupid.

No. You gotta stop being so hard on...

Excuse me, Mr "I spent the '60s in an electric Kool-Aid funky Satan groove".

You know, maybe... maybe he's just having trouble dealing.

Where the hell's Giles?

All you're thinking about is how long before you can jump on my bones.

Wanna tell me about it?

But I am sorry that Buffy's hurting, and if I misled her, I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean to.

I mean, you're a very beautiful girl who should be covered with men.

- Buffy? - Parker?

This isn't sharing. This isn't connecting. It's the pleasure principle.

This is so the right amount.

I've got beer. You want some beer?

They had it coming.

- Be nice. - What?

Easy. We're cool.

but never overanalysing it or wanting it to be more than it was?

- Rough day? - Stop flicking at me.

We are what these girls want. And four glasses.