Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I only found out what I was - or might be - after those crazy-ass monks came after me.

Oh, well, can't save 'em all, can ya, Buffy?

- Bit what as well? - That's English for "hungry".

And also, why's she so about saving Spike? He's a worse killer than me by... a way lot.

- Will, I'm sorry to ask, but... - I know. We need a barrier.

- This is crazy. - (Rona) You got that right.

Can you help us out with something a little bit more demony?

for a more of a dayish part of the day, girls.

Split up? We're splitting up? Is that wise?

Kinda creepy, huh?

You and I can go...

- I mean, you oughta know. Your bed. - Yeah.

I don't know what's coming next.

I want to hurt it real bad.

- Everybody, this is Rona. - (girls) Hey.

- And two more out back. - Why aren't they doin' anything? Attackin'?

What about me? Did it ever occur to anyone that I could be a lot more useful?

Hopefully they will have the information that we need.

But in the end it's gonna be us.

Maybe she ran into trouble. You don't think maybe she was too late again?

I can be in this, kickin' it righteous. Yeah. Oh, oh, yeah.

This'll do. OK, everyone. Spread out, take positions.

Molly, show our new house guest where the kitchen is.

If the First has been around for all time, then...

- Maybe... - Maybe we can save maybes

The ones that didn't attack me didn't know or didn't talk. We've got squat.