Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I promised Anya I'd be there for her big night. Now I'll be pushing up daisies,

You gotta have something. Gotta be with moving forward.

Come on, put your back into it! A watcher scoffs at gravity.

- We'll miss the good stuff! - Does she always want to train so badly?

Well, the basement, mostly.

Well, at least it's showbiz.

Actually, I pushed defrost, but Joyce was there in the clinch.

- What do I do with all of this? - You gotta make up your mind, Rupes.

It's not coming for me yet.

I guess you're on your own.

Like a shark with feet and much less fins.

No, no. It gets better.

I mean, I think I should worry that we haven't found her a name.

Don't know where the hell that came from.

If they find out, they'll punish you. I can't help you with that.

- Men? - I remember that it gets better.

You're not the source of me.

And Xander, help Willow

Be back before dawn.

What's to come. What you are.

It was intense. But I guess you guys got a taste of that, huh?

- Why do you follow me? - I don't.

I'm sorry, dear!

- Mom? - Oh, hi, honey!

No. I never do anything. I'm very seldom naughty.

The Slayer does not walk in this world.

- You don't need any help with that, right? - I got a system.

I never worry here.