Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I don't know. It's just...
I think I might pee my pants.
Those men that I met. You know, the shadow men?
You're our leader, as in "follow the".
Evil. They want an apocalypse? We'll give 'em one.
Yet here you are, walking, talking, annoying.
Tell me something I don't know.
- Guess we'll see. - Principal Wood, hi!
Weapons, charms, advanced reading assignments.
Maybe. Till we get the magics up and running, I'm working on my best guess here.
Jawohl! But let's not try to forget, we're also your friends.
No, this isn't the way.
None of this is actually happening. This is like a play.
- What the hell does that mean? - It's cryptic. I don't like it.
Urgh! Argh!
Oh, hey!
Yeah, I went to great lengths. Lots of trouble, and now I'm unique.
Every time instructions get cryptic, someone gets hurt - usually me.
Fine. Anya, all of you,
Well, you're redefining the job, Buffy, and that takes guts.
But you guys? You're just men.
She's right. And you know we have a choice.
And don't be stingy with the mojo. The demon's mine.
All this? It's almost over.
The First is coming, and then look at us: the army.
"Then there came the demons."
- We're going to have to find another way. - There isn't, and Buffy knew it.
Andrew, we don't have a big board.
you put on those puppet guys one by one.
Cos we just became an army.
Hate to say it, "Big Bad", but you look like you can barely stand. We're trained.
Huh!
Something I need.
- Where are you going? - Out. Since I'm neither a girl, nor waiting.