Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Brakes! Brakes!
This is it.
It's my yearbook from junior year.
I know the cheerleading thing didn't work out.
I shall look upon her, and the dark place will have her soul!
Is it me, or is she a bit looped?
Enough of the hyperbole!
I'm not allow... You'll have to come back later.
Not really my tip, Mom.
You were chosen to destroy vampires, not to wave pompoms at people.
One, two, three...
Excuse me.
- She's a witchy! - Buffy.
Honey...?
I have a dream.
Oh, my God!
OK, listen up. Let's begin with
How dare you raise your hand to your mother?
Be sated. Release the unworthy.
Turn up the music!
- Cheerleading's a little too hairy these days. - Yeah. That's for sure.
Release!
Well, you know, all your witchcraft.
- Xander, what are you doing? - Saving you?
Six, seven, eight!
Nothing thrilling. Average student, got detention once for smoking.
Release the unworthy.
Jump and shoot, swish and score, the other team is such a bore. Yeah!
Go, Sunnydale, go! Go, Sunnydale, go! Go, Sunnydale, go! Go!