Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, put your back into it! A watcher scoffs at gravity.
Be back before dawn.
It's not coming for me yet.
You gotta have something. Gotta be with moving forward.
I guess you're on your own.
I'm sorry, dear!
- You don't need any help with that, right? - I got a system.
- Mom? - Oh, hi, honey!
If they find out, they'll punish you. I can't help you with that.
And Xander, help Willow
Well, at least it's showbiz.
It was intense. But I guess you guys got a taste of that, huh?
Will!
No. I never do anything. I'm very seldom naughty.
Well, the basement, mostly.
I never worry here.
I mean, I think I should worry that we haven't found her a name.
Of course!
Like a shark with feet and much less fins.
- What do I do with all of this? - You gotta make up your mind, Rupes.
- Men? - I remember that it gets better.
You're not the source of me.
No, no. It gets better.
Don't know where the hell that came from.
I promised Anya I'd be there for her big night. Now I'll be pushing up daisies,
What's to come. What you are.
- Why do you follow me? - I don't.
- We'll miss the good stuff! - Does she always want to train so badly?
Actually, I pushed defrost, but Joyce was there in the clinch.
The Slayer does not walk in this world.
Hey! Come on!
We are alone!