Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, God! Oh, God.
On it.
- Whatever it is, it's not... - (creaking and growling)
Willow, no.
Oh, hey. I'm sorry. Willow.
It's actually her. I can tell.
Do? Get away with...?
Somebody! Help!
Ow, ow, ow!
I was hoping that someone here might be able to help.
The chip. God. God.
- So, what are we saying? - Maybe Giles just didn't want to talk about it.
Wait, I... Don't leave me here all alone. I keep getting attacked in this house.
Wrong number. Or a giant government conspiracy, one or the...
and dancing schnauzers and being demigods won't work on me.
- No, I can handle this. - On your own? Why?
I assume there is a perfectly reasonable and not-at-all-insane explanation, yes?
Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Um...
- This is Kennedy. - Hey.
Robert Parker mysteries, fighting evil...
(Spike) They just sealed the place off.
OK. One drink. I can work with that.
I let her go. I didn't mean to.
No one will ever accuse you of being too butch.
with compassion,
that the vision quest consists of me driving them to the desert, doing the hokey pokey
No.
Well, if some guy named Finn shows up to buy flowers...
This is just magic. And I think I'm figuring the whole magic thing out.
For crying out loud, Harris, let's just take him. At least we can keep an eye on him.
Just have a little faith in her.
Remember the wacky "I can't see you, you can't see me" spell?
- Actually... - What if this is part of the plan?
burning something or... gluing things together.
No.
And why did it happen after we kissed?
I'm not used to literally knocking girls off of their feet with just the power of my own lips.
(# rock music)
You know, in the spirit of air clearing...
OK, I'll go. R.
You really haven't been getting out there much, have you?