Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't know. That's one of the kinks.
Like bugs under my skin.
Why does everybody act all weird when I'm around?
"accomplish the task."
Ben. He was here. He was trying to help me. He...
Rude. I was talking.
No. I...
Look at you. All afraid I'm hot for your honey.
I didn't wanna put you in that kind of danger.
We were talking about sex. You know us - sometimes we like to pretend stuff.
What's up with you? Did you get into the sugar again?
I better check the hospital.
Dawn, was your mom brought back in? Is that why you're here?
I'd know if I've seen it.
Mom will stay at home in case she shows up. I figure we split up and sweep the city.
You know, like "radio silence". It's "greeting-card silence".
What's it for? I mean...
What's wrong with you?
You don't know that. You don't know anything.
you wouldn't be trying to make yourself feel better with a round of Kick The Spike.
I didn't wanna put you in that kind of danger.
No, all we have to worry about right now is she's immortal, invulnerable and insane.
- Calm down. - You don't understand, you're a kid.
- Then find something heavier to throw. - That might pose some difficulty.
- If you need anything... - Thanks.
From what the Council's discovered from the Book of Tarnis and other sources,
- Please! - Destroyer! Cracked earth and bones.
The link must be severed. Such is the will of God.
- We looked, but no Dawn. - What about the carousel?
Buffy, she's gone.
There are so many things I remember.
I guess Glory found one. The question is, why?
I'm just a key, right? Everything about me is made up.
Maybe later. I have some stuff I have to do first.
I'm breaking into the magic shop.
No, I'm not.
You know what the Key is?
I smell a fox in my hen house.
They'll be risking their lives. They deserve to know.
- Hey, we were just talking about you! - Conversation's over, hell bitch.
Something goes wrong in your life, blame Spike.
All this for a book?
People have killed, died for it,
All warm and safe where nothing can eat you?
Couldn't find marshmallows. I'll try to steal some for next time.
- Can't hear it, can't hear it, can't hear it... - Tell me!
How can she not be real?
summoned armies to control the Key.
And then what?
OK.
Cake?
Dawn? Did you know your sister took my Key? And she won't give it back.
I'll make the first one last. Long time.
"In the form of a sister."
You know, like "radio silence". It's "greeting-card silence".
It's intimacy, isn't it?
- I'm not anything. - Honey, calm down, OK?
No. The monks, when did...
I can take care of myself.
It's OK. Don't worry about it. Next time we see him, we'll thank him.
- Get out. - Dawn.
Hey, those are really nice shoes.
You may not have the info I want...
Maybe if you had been more honest with her,
What is...
- How could all that never really happen? - It takes some getting used to,
- Get out. - Dawn.
I was just along for the ride. Not like I knew she was mystical glowy Key thing.
So this Key thing...
I'm not sure. What does it look like?
Would they, Dawnie?
So what does it open?
People have killed, died for it,
There's ice cream and puppy dogs in it for you if you start singin'.
Perhaps I should stay. You know, just in case.
"They started work,
To steal things.
The Key is the link. The link must be severed. Such is the will of God.
Like you'd tell me anyway. Dawn's too young and too delicate.
"The Key is not directly described in any literature, but all research indicates
- There's more than one? - There are thousands. All different.
- What did you do? - This is blood, isn't it?
I'm not sure our regular workout is challenging you any more.
Ben. He was here. He was trying to help me. He...
Oh, my God. Glory. It's Willow's spell.
- You don't remember? - Remember what?
That's right! Who's bad now?
No, I'm not.