Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't think I made a single new friend the year we moved to Sunnydale.

OK, actual creeps have been given. Bravo, frat boys.

- How? - It feeds on fear.

We cannot allow this to come into being.

I'm late for battle or I would. I love your outfit, though.

Previously on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer":

- What is it? - It's alive.

Eyeballs, Rachel. They're eyeballs.

- Bloody hell. The inscription. - What's the matter?

Please, finish them.

It's a freak with no face.

As long as I'm cool and wield some kind of power.

- There is nothing going on here. - I saw you flirting with her.

so I assume your personal issue wasn't life-threatening,

Is there a holiday that's not about getting laid?

- Could you please take that off? - Yes. Of course.

That's not true, actually. The candy was for me.

- You're not a third wheel. - Technically speaking, you're a fifth wheel.

That's Halloweeny.

The bonds of true friendships transcend... Could we change the subject?

We'll have womanless arms.

- You guys are sick. - Here, give me your hand.

It was supposed to be Phantasm.

I didn't mean real ones.

It's something else. I hear it, too. It's something like...

I can handle the dark forces as good as anyone else.

it'll stab us to death. These things are real.

Your basic spells are usually only fifty-fifty.

And you wanted a symbol to paint upstairs. Something mystical.

I thought the word "hissing" kind of covered that nicely.

No, no, I understand that inane ritual. It's those people.

and am therefore uninterested.

Playing with knives? Fun. Yes. But not safe.

- I think the cape took most of it. - It could need stitches.

- I think I'm gonna barf. - Except that.