Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I told you I had things to do.

A really good idea. Are you sure you wanna be Double Agent Guy?

I don't know what the Initiative's version of "fine" is.

- Beg your pardon? - Forget it. We're just happy to have you back.

I came to check the monitors, like I always do at eight o'clock.

Human, demon, whatever he can get his hands on.

You two crazy kids take down an unstoppable killer-cyborg-demon hybrid thingy

You don't know the first thing about Buffy. Or me.

Whoa. You got a pair on you, Joyce. I like seein' that in a woman your age.

But in the dream this self-righteous blonde chick stabs me.

They say jump, I ask "How high?" I get the job done.

God, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?

You're too young and too pretty a girl to start wearing worry lines on your face.

You think we're bein' watched?

Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's this cleavagey slutbomb

You squirted out the kid, raised her up, and now you might as well be dead.

It's a wonder she's alive at all with the blood loss.

doesn't mean she can't go out with a bang.

Nobody cares. Nobody remembers. Especially not Buffy, fabulous superhero.

OK. Will, I need you to hack into the security mainframe

as she kills you.

- That a fact? - More like a bet.