Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Puppets.
To transfer energies, you need a conduit.
and the brains of our operation wears oven mitts.
This isn't your full arsenal anyway.
- This may mean more than you think. - Is that so?
and the barrier contains the portal.
I like to think of myself more as a "guestage."
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
- It's not happening. - She's getting it.
You're talking to the wrong fella.
Chloe was an idiot.
The other night, in my dream. It's gotta mean something, right?
The only thing worse than being human is being trapped inside a house full of humans.
Yeah. That was a big deal. Very... private.
Oh, now that you have a soul.
You wanna surprise the enemy? Surprise yourselves.
Well, I've heard a few, but then I killed whoever spoke up, and that was that.
- It's what Tigger says when he leaves. - Chloe loved Winnie the Pooh.
All their watchers were killed. They've all been coming here since.
It already knows us. It knows what we can do, and it's laughing.
Via, concursus, tempus, spatium, audi me ut imperio.
What is this?
- It's a thing. - Oh.
Some will die, and nothing I can do will stop that.
Here, actually. This is my desk, and...
You don't want to miss a look at her weapons' chest.
As a matter of fact, I haven't been quite relishing the kill the way I used to.
- He's joking. - No, he's not.
We both know the best way of saving your life was to keep you with me, away from danger.
It's just more elegant.
What I do best.
How's that work?
- Bring it on! - It's OK, I filled him in on everything.
what I'm like when I'm... like that.
- (Dawn) They're all slayers? - Potential slayers.
What did they show you?
- ground up Baltic stones, something. - OK. Good.