Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I might have magicked my fist through a wall or something.
Yeah. Fix up some chip in my head.
I don't know how stuff got so mixed up.
Buffy's delusion is multilayered. She believes she's some type of hero.
- more fanciful enemies magically appear... - How did I miss...?
Pickin' up some stuff.
- I screwed up real bad. - Hey. We all screw up.
Stay away from me! Willow, help!
Come on. It's time for your drugs.
We still have the big bad tranked out in the basement
You're our little girl, Buffy. Our one and only.
Sweetheart? We've missed you very much.
She was a little... She was kinda broken.
Believe in yourself.
Xander, you're here!
Don't. Please, listen to me.
to accommodate a need for a familial bond.