Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know. I've killed you once. It shouldn't be too difficult to do it again.

Mind if I come in?

- Safe to say you've stayed in shape. - I'm ready.

I hate that girl.

Just stay out of my way.

Like locusts, crawling around, mindlessly bent on feeding and mating,...

What's up with her?

Hence the shoes?

It was pure shoptalk. Remember vampires, they walk by night? Am I ringin' a bell?

The person or persons who were with him...

She was, for a few minutes, technically dead. She hasn't dealt with it on a conscious level.

If you'd worked with us for five seconds, you coulda stopped this.

- Cibo Matto! They're playing? - No, they'll be clog-dancing.

They needed people who were close to the Master, physically close when he...

We have to hurry.

I understand if you want a few days to...

- Oh, sarcasm. Right. - We should attend, no?

Well, if you're always "scissors", your tendons...

..but as of now I officially don't care.

I'll just see if Angel feels like dancing.

Odds are they've got a complete set by now.

- Buffy! - Hey!

You would have just... hated it with a fiery passion.

- Sorry. - I thought the Hellmouth was closed.

Uh, it wasn't Xander. In fact, it wasn't me.

I might as well be talkin' to myself.