Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah. Right on top, perched, ready for action.

- I'm not anything. - Honey, calm down, OK?

She's a brain-sucker?

We're not gonna be able to fix this with a hug and a kiss and a bowl of soup.

It's here. It's here.

Dawn? What are you doing in there? Party getting slow?

There's something that you need to know... about Dawn.

Anything could have happened to her.

There's nothing to indicate that here. Just vague references to chaos and destruction.

Where did I come from? Who made me? What am I?

That was an incredibly dangerous spell for an adept at your level.

So save the threats, or I'll finish the job I started on your head.

News flash, blondie.

You know what I'm starting to think?

I smell a fox in my hen house.

But being in human form must be severely limiting her powers.

Some guys are just cooler, you know?

I thought you said this skank was tough.

She tore up her room. She burned all of her diaries.

Brown-robe types always protect something.

- Sorry. - Maybe it's time to start a new tradition:

The Knights of Byzantium, an ancient order. And now your enemy.

then screechy siren things will, you know, screech.

- Buffy. - No! She could've burned the house down!

We did. Giles and me.

It's intimacy, isn't it?

I was so scared.

This should give us a heads-up so we can hide the... Key.

I found it. Thank you.

Something goes wrong in your life, blame Spike.

Mom, I need to be out there...

Glory and two fellow Hell gods

The Key is the link. The link must be severed. Such is the will of God.

There were reasons.

It's here. It's here. It's here.

This should give us a heads-up so we can hide the... Key.

Before Glory or the Knights of Hack and Slash figure out what...

You stay, she'll find you. She finds you, she'll hurt you.

This is exactly what you need: a 20th-birthday party with presents,

Maybe later. I have some stuff I have to do first.

I can do some research. I know way more about demon dimensions than Giles does.

You may not have the info I want...

OK. One more time.

You're not my mother.

Maybe if you had been more honest with her,

We imagine what we'll be like in ten years and write a letter to our future self.

I was just along for the ride. Not like I knew she was mystical glowy Key thing.

I know I care about you. I know that I worry about you.

don't have any idea where my Key is.

We're not gonna be able to fix this with a hug and a kiss and a bowl of soup.