Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But no. I'm OK. I just...

- Um, what's my position? - And don't make a sound.

It's OK. We're friendly. And we have eyes.

(Buffy) I gotta slay the Neandervamp to get Spike out, but I need the girls to see me do it.

Facing my fear. I'm facing my fear.

First time on the gym since

It doesn't work that way. In fact, the younger the better.

Whoa, whoa. Next time? You sayin' I'm gonna get attacked again?

Since before the universe was born, long after there is nothing else, it will go on.

But never mind my deal. What's your story, Willow? I mean, witchcraft? Wow!

but I don't think the Slayer can protect us from the First.

- Wing? Your house had wings? - Yeah.

but just so I understand, if a slayer dies...

Somebody had to share mirror time with a bunch of siblings.

- (Anya) Why not? - (man) You have the nerve to ask me that?

after the sun goes down, of course.

There'll be plenty more of those soon enough. We're dropping like flies here.

- Those were entrails. - Sorry, perhaps we could skip the nostalgic...

Perhaps this might change your mind. You help us,

- A little chalky. - (Dawn) Guys?

Well, my watcher once showed me a photograph of one.

- Don't help me. - (Xander) Buff, the sun goes down,

- And with what? - With whatever it takes! Right?

If we all do our parts, believe it, we'll be the ones left standing.

A knife now, is it?

I mean, I'm too young.

Something tells me this vampire doesn't need an invite to get into the house.

It was a Turok-Han.

At least, not enough to risk my skin to save your ass.

And he has a soul now.