Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I get it. You boys put a spell on yourselves, didn't you?

You saw her. She's a truck-driving magic momma.

- They own us. - So what do you want me to do?

and not one of you bunch has the midichlorians to stop her.

- Won't keep you alive, though. - Will, stop. You need to give this up now.

The books are sucked dry, but so what?

And I have some things to do. I thought if anybody'd understand...

But I promise, it's not too late...

Willow has a problem.

You were out of the trail a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.

And you still taste like strawberries.

Boys, knock it off, or I will pull over and you can just...

Get off, superbitch.

You were gonna show me what a slayer was.

You left me, Xander, at the altar.

Let him go, Andrew.

It's not fair. A girl your age cooped up in a crypt.

We need to find Willow.

high school, up until college,

- You wanna wait here? - If that works for you.

No. As taste tests go, this is definitely one of the better ones I've been to.

We'll keep you someplace safe until we can stop Willow.

Know why Rack moves all the time? Because he's shady.

- Make you a nice little antenna hat. - Laugh it up, fuzzball.

No. That's why we're leaving. An.

I'm not moving.