Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are you supposed to be, some kind of chief?

Isn't that what small irritating children do?

What do you know of the Beast?

You sure Scarface can hablathe English?

- We know. - No biggie.

- I'm done asking. - Whoa.

I should've nicked that Porsche. There's just enough room for me, you, and big sis.

You know, those things'll kill you.

I think I got him stabilised, but there's a lot of damage. We need to get him outta here.

Shall we balance the scale?

She doesn't remember anything about being this Key you're all looking for.

Overwhelming? How much more than whelming would that be exactly?

You don't know what's happening.

"They had to be certain the Slayer would protect it with her life,

Pretty little shiny Key.

- What happened? - I don't know. She just went nuts.

Tara, no. What did I tell you?

OK, just give me a minute.

They looked upon her, what she had become, and trembled.

Do we know where we're going yet?

She does have nice feet. She's coming at us and Buffy's standing there, not even blinking,

It is not her fault. She's human now.

- My friend was hurt when you attacked us. - Ten of my men are dead. Honourable men.