Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think we both need a little time to process everything.

I wish I could. But this isn't the kind of gig where you can just hang it up at night

You have a security code and rank?

On their way where? You found out what the ritual is for?

- It's kinda weird being back, isn't it? - Yeah.

- You OK? - Yeah.

like whatever killed him wanted to drain the blood out of him.

I'm not trying to scare you and I'm not gonna force myself on you, but

It's the end of the world. Everyone dies. It's rather important, really.

- How's with you and Riley? - Every time we talk, I have to lie.

Besides, I'm beyond pathetic. Stuck in this basement washing skivvies

Buffy. She's pretty cool, isn't she?

Right. It was carved into his chest, like a big creepy eye.

We have an opportunity, you and me, but the fact that you're too scared to even try

No. Not at all.

So why don't you just leave me alone?

I'm so very sorry. My contrition completely dwarfs the impending apocalypse.

I wonder where I've seen this before.

And Xander, right? Jeez, what are the chances, huh?

Hello! Dating a guitarist!

Or you're just the same tenth-grade losers you've always been

And I haven't been a nerd for a very long time.

Fine. Whatever. Just keep him out of the way.

"Limbs with talons, eyes like knives, bane to the blameless, thief of lives."

OK. You guys ready?

Hey, Willow. What's goin' on?

- I can't. - Can't talk?

- I blame myself entirely. I had it here. - You had it here?

- Plague! - What?

I hate to break it to you, O impotent one, but you're not the Big Bad any more.