Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where I come from, this sort of thing requires much in the way of libation.

There's something Anya and I... wanna tell you.

You have to plan for babies, or they'll just run roughshod over your entire existence.

- Yeah. It's Dawn. - Dawn? What happened?

I thought we could hang out, or something.

- I wish. - Ah! Freshman.

And start. And all the stuff in the middle.

you haven't exactly been big with the whole range-of-human-emotions thing.

I know. I mean, I am the luckiest ex-demon in the world.

I've seen you, too.

"Ho-hum" OK? Or like "Oh, my God, I think I'm gonna pee my pants" OK?

And we all know how splendidly that turned out for Mickey.

Much as I will Xander's vigorous use of his tongue.

- Sorry about the party. - Nah, don't worry about it.

Shiver me timbers.

I'm sure you'll spend many years of... non-hell-dimensional bliss.

Excuse me! Can we fight now?

Every time I close out the cash register. The dance of capitalist superiority.

You do this every night?

- How could you not know? - I just met him!

If you had a real peg leg, you wouldn't just have a lame costume.

I thought you were waiting for the right moment.

Kids these days, eh?

No, all right. Let's just, um...