Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, demon eggs, any timetable on when they're gonna hatch?

- If that's what it takes. - Come on.

Oh, it's hard to beat when the meat meets...

Buffy, it's good that you killed the Suvolte before it killed us. Disposable cameras.

You won't get traced? I don't wanna lead the bad guys to your location by mistake.

I'm sorry, William.

You better get outta here.

- Buffy... - Riley...

Separate things. One fills me with a dread akin to public speaking engagements.

- Our line's secure. - Of course it is.

As soon as we put one Suvolte down, a dozen take its place.

just before a night drop into hostile territory.

Willow, you think you can help with a little locating spell?

Oh, right! Like demon hunting is all exotic to a girl from Sunnydale.

We're here to help. Just like old times. Except you being big with the married life.

OK. We can do this the hard way, or we can do this the fatal way.

Took him a year to get over you.

"Dear Ms Summers, we are sorry to reject... "

I don't wanna be dragging down the Slayer. You've got speed and power I can't even...

And I have no idea what Riley and Mrs Riley's wedding was like.

- Nearly mature. - Three months old, growing fast.

No need to defend me, love.

I made hundreds, actually. But this is the very best one.

You have my email. You'll keep in touch?

I think it's safe. Sometimes you can't even leave.

and you did want it dead, right?

Wheel never stops turning, Buffy. You're up, you're down...

Thanks, but no. I don't wanna seem all petty.

He thinks I let him go.

There's this guy, an informant.

- I brought you dinner. - Oh, great.

Ah, it's a fair cop. You caught me, Slayer.

He's taken. And that's not the point.

- Pleasure. - Demon.