Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No. What's happening to you? - This is what you did to him.
Oh, nothing much. He was in the school basement, holding a shovel,
Never much cared for picket fences, anyway. Bloody dangerous.
Look, you monkey.
Willow brought something to this house - something good, something you can use.
And as long as I live, you can dwell at my side.
- Come on, let's gay. - What?
When I was a little boy, my mother was one.
Willow, gay me up.
I'm frightened. And my chest hurts where the tape was.
The supply cabinet in the outer office has those things.
Well, it is one of the nicer dark alleys.
I knew it.
Giles made them for Chao-Ahn, and she's locked herself in the bathroom.
The end is coming, the final fight. Everyone is hearing the drumbeat.
I'm gonna wait for that sentence to come around again before I jump on.
This one's either "I just got lucky, don't call me for a while"
You're the Slayer.
Yes.
But he's never gonna get there if we don't give him the chance.
I should move out. Leave town... before it is time for me.
Hear the shrill edge of hysteria in my voice.
But there is going to be evil.
Damn him!
Willow tried shooting Kennedy with that.
This isn't right.
Where are they? It's after two.
He's good-looking, and he's solid. He's smart. He's normal.
I... Because...
And now you are?
It's the best-kept secret in town. It's right down this way.
In a darkened, little, romantic French restaurant?
Anya, calm down. They're educational.
The one, actually. The Slayer.