Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You want an order?

I don't get it. Willow's a witch. Why doesn't she just...

Say, maybe we can trade a pack of cigarettes in for tin foil.

I wish we could just go back to the way things were before.

- Where are you taking us? - Someplace safe.

Use this little shindig as an excuse for some sweet revenge.

Willow, you are using too much magic.

He shot two of my friends... before I could even...

If there's anything I can do to help, just name it.

I'm pretty sure it's Babylonian. The text is similar, but the dialect is different.

Willow, what did you do?

I understand the crying. You cry because you're human.

I don't know if you've thought this through.

You used to be some mystic ball of energy.

Rack's place was around here last time.

This is bogus. We've gotta get out of this town.

You came because you want something, don't you?

Look, whatever she's gonna do, she starts with those two.

Let's get outta here.

Only the ones in my way.

Well, how's the translation coming? What have we got so far?

There's still tons of supplies all around us.

Of course you did. I get that.

- We're getting married. - Congratulations.

You've never had any tiny bit of sex, have you?

But you weren't always.

- You expect us to just outrun her? - Pretty much.

Listen. We have to get you out of here or you'll both be killed. Guard!

- Anya can handle herself. - Against Willow tonight? Don't be too sure.

I mean, even if you find Willow, you really think you can stop her?

The one where you lie to your friends when not trying to kill them,

"Mom! Buffy! Tara!"