Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's perfectly serviceable.

Agent Finn here alone has killed or captured... How many is it?

- Downshift. Downshift. - Calm down, will you?

You look like you're gonna say "but".

This gonna go on much longer? I'd rather like to be going.

Like, Spider-Man strong.

Giles will know what it was.

Is this thing real silver?

As I'm just as sure we can learn much from each other.

But you killed the...

D'you know what gets me? This is what gets me.

They'll take Mr Rayne to a secret detention facility in the Nevada desert.

- Who else knows? - No one. No one else knows this.

Right, then. What's first? I tell the Slayer what you've gotten yourself into?

Of course, you could smash my toes with a hammer and it would still be the bestest Buffy birthday bash in a while.

Please, don't you understand?

R-a-y-n-e. Call me back.

When you went to the loo, I slipped poison in your drink. You'll be dead in an hour.

I think you're probably right.

- I didn't? - He says no.

- How long have you been practising? - Since I was little.

We use the latest in scientific technology and state-of-the-art weaponry,

Which is not always a good thing.

We were sparring and he said not to hold back.

- You understand me. - Of course I understand you.

Oh, sure. Dismantle the getaway car. That'll scare 'em.

Ow. You're just a little overwrought. Ow.

I don't know what I'm lookin' for.

The demon Prince Barvain is going to rise tonight.

So she walks in and the rules just suddenly break?

- I'm bored. Let's eat. - Anya, we've talked about this.

- 15? - I know, wow.

Ethan's wardrobe's not helping any.

- Command, are you there? - What are you doing?

Oh, stop the car.

- Absence? - Buffy clearly lacks a strong father figure.