Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's this end right here. You stick that in the bad guys. Any more questions?
Buffy's not responsible for that.
- Welcome to Thunderdome. - Two men enter. One man leaves.
- Get away from them. - Who? Get away from who?
He went rogue with the Broccolis. They were just treading water, stylistically.
Something's happening.
It's just... Well, we've been talkin', and... do we have some kind of plan?
- Annabelle ran. Look where it got her. - Safer in than out.
Are you sure about Willow doing the hocus-pocus?
Word from the underground. Another potential arrived the day before yesterday.
I'm with him. Keep the chatter down.
Hey, I need that.
I've seen one.
We know stakes don't kill it, but anything in those ancient myths about what does?
I'm just, uh... uneasy cos Buffy's out.
Uh, yeah.
- Take everyone and find a safe location. - I know a place.
- Or is it just me? - No.
(breathes heavily)
The mystical forces surrounding the chosen line have become irrevocably altered,
Great. So the Slayer who's supposed to protect us let her get killed?
- (Buffy) They're all slayers? - (Giles) Potentials.
But I do know it's gonna be just like this. Hard. Painful.
Run. Everybody run.
It was one date. It wasn't even a date.
Not one of us is remotely prepared to be activated as the new Chosen One.
- Eve's dead. - I don't understand.
OK. There's still a couple of hours of daylight left.
It's because she lives. Again.
- Where is the Turok-Han? - Right behind us. Time to split up.
I hate that. You don't even know.
Cos if you don't pick up the pace, I'm gonna come up there and drop your ass.
- Internal vortex more like. - Fun.
She's cold. Been dead for days.
- I'm sure she's hungry after her travels. - Fair enough. A bit peckish meself.
Her is me.