Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I remember, because they were wiggling at me like little boobs.
- There's no wake? - Mom didn't like them.
"War of the Warlocks."
She bade me come to you. The news of your relationship with the Slayer...
- Why should I? You're not. - This isn't about...
It's about making life.
Mind the rug, honeys. Blood's a bitch. Was this the Slayer?
- I'm scared. - Buffy...
They said "probably" wouldn't have made a difference.
She won't appear, you know, poof!
We commend to Almighty God our sister, Joyce Summers...
The number he left for us in Spain is no good, and I've left messages everywhere.
If you want to. I guess so.
- I'll help you. - No problem.
What's tomorrow?
That's OK.
But of course, it's wonderful that you find doing my job so distracting.
Huh, Dawn? Have you even thought about that?
I'm all phoned out. Will you? Unless it's my dad.
Oh, God.
- Good, yeah. - I don't wanna be here.
I wanna do a spell.
- Your mother's dead. - She just wouldn't believe me.
Can I go to Willow's tomorrow after the service?
Yes, carry on, Dawn.
The Key? What about the Key?