Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"In the form of a sister."
- Then find something heavier to throw. - That might pose some difficulty.
- Dawn! - That should do it.
How can she not be real?
She "absorbs the energies that bind the human mind into a cohesive whole."
Where is the Key?
it was a bright green swirly shimmer.
Can't hear it. What's the frequency?
- Bet you can't push me all the way around! - Oh, yes, I can!
She's not just a blob of energy. She's also a 14-year-old hormone bomb.
Which one's screwing her up more right now, spin the bloody wheel.
"Presumably by... Glory."
Fine. I'm just gonna go to bed. That way, I won't accidentally get exposed to... words.
- Calm down. - You don't understand, you're a kid.
She's right. I've thrown everything I've got at her. She just shrugs it off.
It's when we visited Dad that summer in San Diego.
Made it human and sent it to you.
- She wasn't brought in. - Which is a happy thing, right?
Go! Before she finds you. Don't ask me how she knows, cos she always knows. Just go.
OK, so we know where Glory's from. What do we know about her?
I tell you, there have been a lot of nights I wish she didn't exist either.
You don't know that. You don't know anything.
Thank you.
We need to stay focused to stop Glory.
Is it made out of gold? Maybe we can hock it, split the take.
It's OK.
But they'll grow. The Knights of Byzantium are like ants:
You're in the bushes hugging a bent box of chocolates, and I'm...
No, all we have to worry about right now is she's immortal, invulnerable and insane.
Well, the last time I caught a peep...
Hey. We on the case?
I remember.
You really think He is going to help you?
- Is there anybody I can call? Your sister? - I don't have a sister.
Cool. Can I help?
- You should've said something. - Will, there...
She shouldn't have found out like that.
I just thought she'd be safer with Big Bad lookin' over her shoulder.
Never send a minion to do a god's work.
Really?
No matter how many we kill, they'll keep coming. Wave after wave.
You know it, I know it, she knows it.
Just between me and you,
birthdays without boyfriends. It could be just as much fun.
Who's been using the Urn of Ishtar as an ashtray?
Before Glory or the Knights of Hack and Slash figure out what...
All pushing at our reality, trying to find a way in.
She's not real. We're not her family. We don't even know what she is.
Get away from my sister.
it's been around for a long time?
I'm guessing it won't be filled with candy and flowers.
Because I love you. You're my sister.
Hey, this doesn't have to be a complete waste of my precious time.
Come on.
What do you say we find a nice place off the beaten
Why do you care?
Yeah. Whatever.
Just sayin'. Powerful being, big-energy gal digging the Xan-man.
We thought you'd get crossbows and killy stuff.
where you and I can have a long uninterrupted chat?
Your sister, the Slayer, has my Key. It's mine, I want it.
We have to find her. Fast.
so they sent the Key to her in human form."
Mom wants to make with the merry tomorrow night, but with everything that's going on...
- I don't know, I... - ..in the break room.
Just find her. Please.
There's something that you need to know... about Dawn.
Which is why there's been an increase in the ranks of the mentally unstable in Sunnydale.
- You think she'd raise my allowance? - Don't push it.
- Preachin' to the choir here, baby. - Yeah. Some of my best...
Giles, now!
Some guys are just cooler, you know?
"The Key is not directly described in any literature, but all research indicates
- Are not! - Am too.
I changed my mind. I'd rather be at school.
Bet they'd really go for a Little Red Riding Hood like you.
It's not Buffy. It's me.
Hey, those are really nice shoes.
"One of the founders of the Monks of the Order of Dagon."
I don't think Buffy would like the black arts bumpin' auras with the littlest Summers.
No.
This is extremely suspenseful.