Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's something I never thought I'd hear myself say.

Come on, Celia!

- We need help! - Somebody, please!

- What do you mean, clean? - What do you mean, was?

Hey. Remember me?

Uh-huh. Buffy almost died just to put you out.

If I decide to walk into Buffy's room, do you think for one microsecond...

- Looking up stuff. - Well, can you put him on?

Well, it's not in here.

Take a walk, overbite.

You know what? Let's take a walk.

You must work out.

Death and disease are things - possibly the only things - that Buffy cannot fight.

I just wish I knew what he was doing to these children.

- Who? - Death.

But I'm kinda curious to find out.

- I hear it's best to play along. - Honey, listen...

- I think they call those balloons. - Yeah, stick 'em in water, maybe they'll grow.

Ugh! But anyway, afterwards, it looks like they died because they were sick.

He's dead, right? I heard something snap.

- Gotta be the fever. - It made her delusional.

- It's cold. - Here.