"With our leather, which is clearly police issue? You know, I would like the badge." Or the fur cape thing he was wearing with the wolves, if only because it would make a brilliant Halloween costume.
Graham had given up on the guacamole. Granted, he'd eaten most of it, but now that they were talking and drinking, he wanted to leave stomach for margaritas. (Priorities. He had them.)
"...so there are also giant insects in your dreams. Buffy, I don't mean to be cruel, but that sounds awful. Perhaps they appointed you because they knew you'd do a good job, but who would want it?" Hmm. Job. "...do you think it's anything to do with graduation? Seems a stretch, but it's worth asking."