Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Aargh! - Everyone please stop it, it's me.

(Willow) Buffy, he's been feeding...

And it wasn't women, it was woman.

And that's the way it's gonna be until we're sure the First is done making me its bitch.

Non-yellow-crayon stories in which you don't come out in such a good light.

- What are you? - Is this a freckle thing, cos...

Well, the lighting in here is good.

How'd that work out for you?

OK, licence-plate game, maybe?

- It's Willow. - I'm Willow.

- Kinda cleared the air, huh? - Yeah, totally. Air cleared. Check.

But why Warren?

OK, you know there's a better word for that, right?

Robson said by the time he came to...

Oh, good. Let me just get some tapes for the car.

Rona won. You should probably let Molly out of the trunk.

He was attacked, this... Robson guy in England.

Every time I'd get a little rambunctious, the chip'd kick in,

It was Gone with the Wind.