Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That I'm, uh... in a band.
- Second victim. - What?
Drums, yeah. She's hell on the old skins.
- So, you didn't kill that girl? - Of course not.
- Where are her parents? - With relatives in Phoenix.
I don't fancy spending the next month getting librarian out of the carpet.
- Hey, baby. - Hi.
- I told you. I'm a vampire slayer. - Well, I just don't accept that!
Look... this deal works only one way. Full stop. Me and Dru, for Angel.
Yeah. Good point. All right, don't kill him.
- I want to save the world. - You do remember that you're a vampire?
- You mean he's not in the hospital? - No.
The fights, the weird occurrences...
No. You stay there. I'm covered.
- Souvenir. - What about the others?
You wish time would stop, so that you could live them over and over again.
..from the... evil... realm.
Oz?
- All right, talk. What's the deal? - Simple.
Quod perditum est...
- Did Giles keep up with you? - I didn't see Giles.
Me.
- I'll get it. - Thanks.
You're hurt.
Willow?
I would love to be upstairs watching TV, or gossipping about boys, or...
Mmm... See with your heart.
Tell the mayor I have good news.