Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ever since Dad... her dad left, I can't control her.

This is madness.

I don't get it.

- What was I trying out for? - Oh, uh...

Take of mine energy and be sated.

Er, rage. In most cases, the person who combusted was terribly angry, or... or upset.

She was the best.

The darkness breathes. Tenebrae respiratis.

You like to look at the semi-nude engravings?

Sunnydale! Sunnydale! We never fail! We never fail!

- They have cheerleading coaches? - Oh, yeah! Don't you have?

"Catherine the Great."

No, no, no! You don't want her, she's a w...

We should talk to her mother. Maybe she knows what she's created.

- Where is she? - Hey, Willow, it's cool!

That's why you're so cool. You're like a guy - my guy friend that knows about girls' stuff.

No, Amy, you did fine.

The centre is dark.

And there's been no sign of her?

- Uh-huh? - Sounds like her mom's pretty into it.

When her mom was on a broth kick, Amy'd come to my house and we'd eat brownies.

- Oh, my God! I can't see anything! - It's OK. Oh, God!

The listener hears.

- Yeah. Her mom's kinda... - Nazi-like?

and I've come to a simple conclusion. I don't get it.

I'm inscrutable, huh?

Nah, I've gotta be a man and ask her out.

First vampires, now witches.

There's a veritable cornucopia of fiends and devils and ghouls to engage.

- Kill. - How much time do we have?

- I didn't think you'd pull it off. - I got her! Cut her head off!

- Vengeance spell? She's getting even? - She knows I know she's a witch.

As her mother, you should assume some responsibility for her actions.