Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OK. We can just sit, or whatever you want.

This narrows the search in a serious way. We didn't have a clue.

But I didn't... I mean... How'd she know that?

What did I have for breakfast this morning? Do you remember?

Now, just because the lights are dim doesn't mean the juice is all gone.

Dawn. Dawn. You have no idea what you're messing with.

And I'm dead serious. You breathe a word of this to Buffy,

- Mom always knew. - Nobody's asking you to be Mom.

- How many people will die? - I heard nothing.

Earth to earth...

You really should eat something.

- You goin' home? - I'm gonna stop by my mom's first.

Tell my sister I'm sick of running into her Jawa rejects.

- Let me go. - You have to stop it. Reverse it.

Jinx, you robed stud, you're my man.

- Let's just go with that. It's simpler. - What colour flowers?

We've got the Ghora demon standing between you and success.

I'm sorry. I couldn't come sooner.