Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cut her deep. Cut her quick. It'll be over before she knows what hit her.
- I didn't do anything. - (Anya) You lying son of a bitch!
Hey, this isn't your fault, OK?
I just wanted to tell you that Buffy won't be in today. She's sick.
Without anything to look forward to. Ever.
Fine. You guys keep your heads buried in the sand,
Bad things have been happening. The girls are all looking for someone to blame.
Do you have any idea what I'm capable of?
Shut your mouth.
- I can't kill anybody else. - OK, calm down. We can work around that.
Oh, things have been wonky for me ever since I got back. Ever since...
As bad as I was, as evil and as wretched as I was, I never truly hated myself back then.
Highest alert. Get them here as soon as possible.
So, listen, I could suspend you,
Argh! Argh!
You were perfect. I worried I overdid it with the "hard way" thing.
I wanted to do this more subtle-like.
(Dawn) I saw Mom.
She's bad news.
He changed there too. Instantly became another person.
Buffy, you've never met the real me.
We're gonna get to the bottom of this. We just can't take any chances.
OK, just the other stuff then.
- Not making it better. - And you got your revenge.
Listen to me.
Meaning?
- Of sorts? - Well, it's all relative, isn't it?
Hey. Ow!
(Warren) She won't feel a thing. Just do it. Fast.
- He'll be singing in no time. - What do we do now?
That'll do pig
- How's your face? - OK.