Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can hurt a demon.

And, by the way, why the hell are you suddenly a Fyarl demon?

And you're what? Shocked and disappointed? I'm evil

Two of them. English, like me.

Oh, here. Here, I'll get you a piece.

But I want you to have your personal life, but keep your eyes open.

I think you'll find the results of our operation most impressive.

Do I have special powers?

You help me and I... I don't kill you.

Are you saying this because you don't like Riley's boss?

How did you know it was me?

I mean, this Initiative...

I just assumed that was a big week for you.

It's the "stay and gloat" - gets me every time.

What did you do to him? What did you do?

- Very witty. - You should meet her.

The US military is taking you into custody, pending a determination of your status.

Neighbours just heard, you know, growling and things breaking.

I'm doin' my best. I don't know if I'm drivin' this thing or wearin' it.

If I'd gotten here any later, and if Giles had killed Ethan,

- You can do that? - It'll take a couple of minutes.

- How are you feelin', mate? - Like snapping necks until everyone's dead.

I'm human. You can't kill me. What's a slayer gonna do to me?

Oh, well, apparently it hasn't happened yet. A bit of luck.

Well, where is she, exactly?

I'm a little concerned.

It's a test of synchronicity.

- Hey, picked up a tail. - Yes. Just a little one. It hurts when I sit.

The pointy kind. And tufty ears. And maybe a saucepan-shaped bruise.

- I'm sorry. - Call 911.

Now, Ethan has turned me into a demon, and I need your help.

You give me a call, and I'll show you a good time.

The demon attacked Professor Walsh. It got out of a small, grey car. A Citroen.

So, the Slayer.

Oh, tremendously convincing. Try it again without the stutter.

- So what kind of place are you looking for? - I don't know. Maybe a crypt.