Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, since then.
I can't read this.
What are you gonna do?
- What's "TTFN"? - It's "ta-ta for now."
What I bring to the zombie apocalypse team:
What do you want from me, Jonathan slash the First?
I provide much-needed... sarcasm.
Except maybe Spike.
Is getting thrown through the ceiling what he does best?
- With the magics? - Oh! Yeah.
Of course, once you're down there, I could join you.
- D'Hoffryn says you die. - Of course he does.
- Huh! - Chamber your energy.
"See for yourself, but only if you'll make the exchange."
The soul, the changes. It's what you wanted.
But what does it mean?
Dawn, get a knife. I'm cutting her down.
- You're not Chloe. - Neither is she any more.
- Something about darkness. - What about darkness?
- Where you going? - Got a job.
Chloe?
Redi!
- OK. So far, so creepy. - Hm. OK.
Well, since now.
That's it. The First hates puppets.
- You've been in Sunnydale, what...? - Years.
I don't know.
Do you know ancient Sumerians did not speak English?
Recruits are... recruited.
- No, she's not. - You're gonna let her talk to you like that?
- What is it? - An emergency kit.
They're worse than the French. Anything else?
It's a pleasure.
Now she's just Chloe's body.