Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want us to be a family again, my William.
Always
Sorry, pet. My house, my rules.
There she is.
Oh, Spikey.
It tells you you're not a bad dog, but you are.
Buffy?
Just like I told everyone
- Xander? - What?
Could you give me a clue about what kind of clues?
Do you have the slightest idea what she means to me? It's the face of my salvation!
bleed, like beautiful poetry.
- What happened? - Me.
I'm embarrassed for our kind.
- Take that back! - I mean, you have the superpower thing.
If you want, Buffy, I can go with. Back you up with some scowling.
Loathing. Disgust.
So lost. Even I can't help you now.
tire me out?
It's just, he's got cool hair, and he wears cool leather coats and stuff.
Oh, I'm gonna stake you!
You've got a chip.
Destroying everything that was me, until all that's left is you, in a dead shell.
No.
I'm not a child.
Like always
Come on, what are you waiting for? Grab your coat and your pointy sticks.
- Just hanging out. - Here?
- And he doesn't treat me like an alien. - He's a killer, Dawn.
Oh, with Charles Laughton?
Nothing would make her happier than to find out I'm hanging out in a vampire's lair.
It's not Glory. It has nothing to do with Dawn, I promise. Look, she probably...
Oh, we can, you know.