Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Agent Finn. Go ahead.
I'm sorry. That was rude.
You have no idea how much thrashing you is going to improve my day.
Spike. Wonderful. The perfect end to a perfect day.
When did all that fall apart?
That's it. Let's go.
Ethan.
Ethan's not exactly a reliable source, but I'm not sure that he's wrong about them.
This anger. Rage.
A gift is traditional. I've read about it.
- What are you? - I'm the Slayer.
Once you get to know her, she's a very unique girl.
about our mysterious demon collectors,
Of course, you could smash my toes with a hammer
- How do I kill it? - Silver. A weapon made of silver.
Hopefully it involves treacle and a headmaster.
I'm good.
Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse.
You're, like, make the plan, execute the plan...
Spontaneous poetic exclamations. Lord, spare me college boys in love.
OK. There's a demon and Giles is gone. But it doesn't mean that he's hurt.
Good times. Go with it.
Yes. Fabulous technology.
- Apparently not. - We got trouble.
Oh, they raid hot spots - areas of otherworldly energy.
Buffy, it's not your call. This is a military operation now.
Paralysing mucus. Shoots out through the nose. Sets up fast.
I don't like this feeling. A sort of mindless need to destroy.
That's my lamp.
The first of many.
BEEP BEEP OUT OF THE WAY IT IS IT IS ME, THE DAVID COMISH!
Had a couple of 'em working for me once. They're more: "Like to crush. Crush now?"
- Go and eat. - OK.
I know we're not particularly fond of each other, Rupert,
You're hard to find. These halls are quite the labyrinth.
Be careful with her. She reacts on instinct.
No. When I find Ethan I can clear all this up without Buffy ever having to find out.