Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nice job. She totally bought it.
All right. Listen to me. Buffy. Buffy.
What?
There are things that...
- Oh, God. Oh, God. - Shut up.
No, it's OK. I didn't expect you to stop doing magic just because...
No, don't close your eyes.
You must have missed something. Will you check again?
Tall glasses of frosty relaxation on me. Nectar of the working man.
- You know? - Who gets to...?
- Never's a long time, baby. - Apparently, not long enough.
I love you.
The things you do.
Then go. You're not really here anyway.
Wanna go for a spin?
- The brunette? - She's kinda cute.
- Where'd you put it? - Are you kidding me?
Yeah. I'm not going anywhere.
I know just where to start.
What the hell did you do?
There was an accident, in the woods.
funnelling your essence back into your body,
I know I haven't been everything I should be.
Keep your potatoes peeled for the Slayer. I don't want any surprises.
So, you three have, what? Banded together to be pains in my ass?
This just can't be me. It isn't me.
It's rape.
There is no us. Get that through your meaty head. I am not your girlfriend any more.
That's it, put it on me. Put it all on me.
We'll give her another dose. A stronger one.
If they knew who you really were?
Time has no meaning here. Gina, I'm takin' a break.
Being exposed to the Rwasundi for a few seconds can cause vivid hallucinations.
You think it's you.
One dead girl doesn't tip the scale.