Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's 10.30 in the morning.

She seemed interested in the mystical side of the demon-hunting biz.

It's throwing the worlds out of balance. And that's way beyond chaos, mate.

We're gonna float the rose,

that something's harming demons.

And it should be very pretty.

Hold on. These commandos are after me too.

I knew I'd feel like hell in the morning.

Course, we may be entirely too late - demon on the loose, carnage everywhere...

You just try and stop me, you stupid jarheads.

Funny hearing a Fyarl demon say "serviceable".

I've vanquished a few demons in my day.

Oh. I like money. How much?

I'm sort of between projects right now. It's a personal...

A letter opener? It's not very sharp.

Yes. Fabulous technology

You're not taking me with you. I am going and I am letting you come along.

I've spent weeks trying to get a single scrap of information

It flags things with possible nonhuman causes. We check 'em out.

But he said he was OK with it. And I think he's OK with it.

Like setting things on fire with my sizzling eye beams?

- It wouldn't be right for you to hold back. - Right.

Or, you're working somewhere else now?

Here you go, sir.

You really have a lot to learn about women, Riley.

Or you can listen to what I have to say. Find out what's going on.

Oh. This one has tufty ears.

This prince-demon guy was supposed to rise at sunset, so aren't we, like, late?

Giles. Hi. Havin' a good time?

Hard as rock. Pretty good in a fight.

- Willow? - Yeah.

In fact, Ripper, old mate, I'd say something rather interesting was about to hap...