Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

except for the Pete-was-a-monster part.

He was in jazz band with us.

Faith. You and I team. Willow. Stick with Buffy.

But people are dying here.

is that he doesn't seem to be any kind of hell beast.

What if... I told you that...

Buffy: It's OK.

I thought you would like me better if I had friends.

What would he be like?

And if you can't?

We're not gonna be friends.

Giles: How long...

Anybody who really loved you couldn't do this to you.

He did it just fine on his own.

I was dating someone.

Even he's not going to listen to your pathetic ramblings anymore.

It... It ended badly.

but they could be from anything.

I wouldn't have asked. but I have this test.

We need to recheck every possible exit avenue.

You and your stupid. Grating voice!

Wait. Don't turn around. OK?

Jeff Orkin and now Platt.

No. I don't! I don't even look!

Sooner or later. you have to get back to yourself.

or they'd do something.

They're all still just in it for the chase.

We talked. Yeah. but it was move-free.

I'm not helping. Am I?

I'm... I'm really out of it today.

We should find them both immediately.

Actually. I think he makes his own drums.

when describing Mr. Platt was "pureed."

Giles: I wish we had time to celebrate properly.

Hey. Pete. This is kind of a bad time.

Do you want to go back to the car and wait?

The dog lay down low to the race. his body flashing forward.

2:00. Buffy Summers. Right?

But there's fruit in it.

- I'll see you? - Yep.

Get out of jail free. Huh? How come?