Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know who you are, Rupert, and I know what you're capable of.

..but it's like being in a band gives him an obligation to flake.

I'm just surprised I didn't guess it was you.

A unitard with cat things, like ears and stuff.

- It's total chaos out there. - Who are you?

- And you said the Ripper was long gone. - Tell me how to stop the spell.

- What'd you get? - A time-honoured classic.

Well, not this year, missy.

Right. Xander was a soldier, and Buffy was an 18th-century girl.

..but when it comes to dating, I'm the Slayer.

Halloween quiet? I figured it would be a big old vamp scare-a-palooza.

Yeah... It's too bad. That stuff is private.

Yes, I just wanted to talk to you about tomorrow night.

- OK. But promise you won't laugh? - I promise.

- Ooh! Diet. - Do you know what you just did?

I don't get it, Buffy. Why'd you think I'd like you better dressed that way?

Which was probably to do with the fact that Cordelia was drooling in his cappuccino.

No! Let her go! Stop!

No kidding! I was attacked by Jo-Jo the Dog-faced Boy.

- Sooner or later, you're gonna have to fight. - Fight these low creatures? I'd sooner die.

You would take orders from a woman? Are you feeble in some way?

Tossing eggs, keying cars, bobbing for apples.

I was late due to unscheduled slayage. Showed up looking trashed.

Miss Summers. Just the juvenile delinquent I've been looking for.

Sign up and get your own pack of sugar-hyped little runts.

- You did? - They were just incredibly dull.

It makes her weak.

Simpering morons, the lot of them.

I don't! I was brought up a proper lady. I wasn't meant to understand things.

- A burning hunk of what? - You know how disgusting it is for me...

Terrified. Alone.