Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Willow. Get it down, now.
Stay low.
Plus, we do have your General Forehead Guy.
It's my life, and I'll do what I please with it.
No, that was a rocket launcher. What are you talkin' about?
you might have noticed something interesting.
- Are you sure you're OK? - Yeah. But Spike's hurt.
- I gotta get out. Open a door now. - What happened?
- You were warned we would return, Slayer. - Took you long enough.
All the light's gone.
- Keep the pressure on. - I always do, sweet bit.
Bring up the ranks. Advance.
Guess cutting school doesn't seem so bad now.
You threw it at her?
You have seen a glimpse of the true Beast. Her power was too great to be contained.
You go ahead and play peekaboo with Mr Sunshine all you like.
like "Bring it on" and... wham!
Time. Time.
And all of this madness will end.
The trees are singing water.
It's nobody's fault.
Buckle up, kids. Daddy's puttin' the hammer down.
You are not a part of this, are you?
- Anybody else feel that? - What?
OK, that should do it.
- Don't hit the horsies. - We won't.
Buffy, you have to get up. We need you.
We have to do something. She can't just stay this way.