Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, I've never seen a real vampire in my whole life, much less a slayed one.

- Grab Xander. - (Willow) Xander.

for all good children to say... good night.

- And you're the real Slayer. - What chance do we have?

- That doesn't make any sense. - Like any of this does.

Please, you're human.

- (Dawn) So we shouldn't try? - (Rona) That word again.

They're a community now? What's next, a Ladies' Auxiliary?

- One of us... - Gets activated. Uh-huh.

There's no reason to think Beljoxa's Eye will have the answers we're looking for.

Don't mock this.

- I just thought it beared repeating. - (potential slayers all talk at once)

I meant why are we all botherin'?

Althenea, hi! How's the coven? Oh, I miss you guys.

Fight, you mean. How are we supposed to do that?

Meanwhile, she's the one that goes scamperin' off,

What you fought was a vampire, but it was something more.

Our summer home in the Hamptons didn't have any at all. Well, one, actually.

Take 'em all, except for her.

You're... you're just a bloody figment, you are.

I promise, soon it'll all be...

(Willow) I get it, but this isn't the best venue for a smackdown.

OK, we tried. Let's go, Giles.

- Sorry, no, no. Carry on. - OK, Torg, look.

It cannot be fought, it cannot be killed.

I don't know, Buffy.

They don't want in. They're here to make sure we don't get out.