Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That would kinda be my job, actually.
Kinda like Grandma's closet, but worse.
Yeah, I hear they're tricky.
Um... trying.
How you doing?
We can risk Willow's life and the rest of ours to get Buffy back, or we leave her out there.
You missed her "everyone sucks but me" speech. Let her find her own way back.
- You're not my mother. - Like to know who killed me?
Why, Buffy? What did you see?
Fine. Take a cellphone.
- Physics, principles, basic laws. - Such as?
- I made it myself. - I wouldn't have guessed.
- Willow, how would you get Buffy back? - I don't even know.
- Thanks for your support. - It's true.
- I'm not. - Then why are you here?
- How many? - A few.
That's where all my fancy translating skills break down, but I think it's an origin myth.
Your outside's not so bad.
They cast shadows and the shadows tell the story.
So, what do you think? My girls ready to kick some ass, or what?
OK, I have a First to fight, OK? So just tell me what I need to know.
Not much. Once Buffy left, it got a little tougher to read.
- So what? - It's my bone. Just drop it.
- I've gotta get her back. - We don't even know where she went.
Latest. You mean latest guardian.
We do have a lot more working for us than just the "big board".
- How about you? - I think we'll live.