Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Witches: Historic Roots To Modern Practice. Checked out by Alexander Harris."
- I told Buffy about Amber. - Cool. Was she wearing it?
- That's a comfort! - That's the thrill of living on the Hellmouth.
Amy, help me. Which is the hydrochloric acid and which is the ammonium hydroxide?
By appealing to your common sense, if such a creature exists.
May God help her. This is a bloodstone vengeance spell.
Your turn to drive. OK, people, let's buckle up.
- Are you Amy? - I don't understand.
- I'm fine. - I assume the, er...
I was, uh, photo editor. I got to be on every page. Made me look more popular than I was.
Yeah. You're the Slayer, and we're, like, the Slayerettes.
Just how many more hours a day can I practise?
Hey, I'm really sorry you guys got bumped back to alternate.
A blessing in Cordelia's case. A curse in Buffy's.
Quality juice. Not from concentrate.
Where are you?
Why do my hands sweat when I get nervous?
- I got kicked off the team, didn't I? - I don't think it was your fault.
Yes!
Oh, and you'll need some eye of newt.
- It's not her. - The test was positive. She's our Sabrina.
Do you ever wish you could be 16 again?
Hi!
Or, I could be wrong. Maybe you should beat around the bush more.
- What's all this? - It's for the tribal art display.
Start the engine.
I didn't know you wanted to be a cheerleader. You lost a lot of weight.
And keep her away from the science lab. We'll need it to cast our counterspells.
"Your own thing" got you kicked out of school...
a biological imperative whereby I can't understand you because I'm not 16.
I train with my mom - three hours in the morning, three at night.
Pardon me for finding the glass half full.
You little brat.
- nobody's hands ever got toasted before. - I imagine not.
I love you, Mom.