Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The ones I was going to do anyway.
I'd say this qualifies for a "worst timing ever" award.
Don't let me keep...
Yeah. We were pretty worried about you for a while, mister.
- It's just with... - Little sis coming. I know.
you'll always have this.
- What? - Clean sheets. Like summer.
Faith finds Mr Xander Harris still in town, odds are she goes tighter than catgut.
Family?
Face punching. I'm not so good with the whole...
That's the thing about a coma. You wake up rested and rejuvenated
surrounded by a bunch of kids looking up at my face, filled with fear and wonder.
Just when we made it so nice.
You know where I'm goin'.
Are you sure?
OK, I get it, really. Faith bad.
there won't be a place for you in the world any more.
- But then what? - Ooh, I have an idea.
Hunting for a psychopathic superbitch is in the above-and-beyond category.
Who the bad guys are.
They could be forcing him onto medication and torturing him, for all I know.
Or maybe she does and she's sorry, and she's alone, hiding somewhere.
Not unlike smothering a forest fire with napalm, as I recall.
Figured that out, huh? Damn.
I don't believe that.
All I had in there was this one little part of you.
- Things change. - Do they?
Me neither.
But look what I found.
- I'd like to veto that. - Second.