Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But now's not the time to let that stuff tear us apart.

What I'm saying is, I'm right with ya. Right by your side.

See? Concerned Boy. Sweet Boy.

I have a neat idea. Let's get out of here.

Good. Oh, God, good!

Do we have to do this every time? I love you. You know that.

Anya, you, ex-demon, terrorised mankind for centuries.

Believe me, there's nothing to be afraid of.

- What are you doing? - I am gonna sit here and grade papers.

- What's wrong? - Couldn't get 'em off...

- Wine coolers? - Magic.

- Size doesn't matter? - They're all going to abandon you, you know.

- So we break the spell. - Let's do it fast.

- Those guys go all out. - As witnessed last Friday.

I'm gonna have to patrol anyway.

I come bearing spiders.

Well, that's an interesting little design. What does it mean?

That's your scary costume?

Open your heart to someone and...

I think you're missing something about the whole poop-head principle.

Buffy, knock it off. The skit's over. I'm right here.

- Glad you could make it. - The wall's closed up behind us.

I know what it's like to have power you can't control.

Does stretching count?

Caesar? Betrayal? Trusted friend?

I know. I kinda like him worrying, anyway.

They always will.

Look, things get pretty intense freshman year, as I dimly recall.

You must've noticed I'm not the social butterfly

I mean, I got better things to do than tag along to some fraternity.

Oh, no. Someone's getting Nostalgic Face.

She thinks I'm not ready to be a full-blown witch.

This is the way we came in, right? We just went in a circle.

- It's gone. - OK, that is not sanitary.

I've never said any such thing.

What does that mean?

What is wrong with you?

No. But we were caught off-guard when Ethan turned everyone into their costumes.