Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hear that, fear? I'm facing you.

I have a right to defend myself.

Well, when the Slayer dies.

Try and make him feel welcome before he rips y'all to pieces.

Come on, Torg, that was a lifetime ago.

Having nightmares about monsters that can't be killed.

- None of us did. - It could still be here. It could be one of us.

(all talk at once)

There's more of them now.

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

- It's the hair, right? Not attractive? - Come on.

Giles, with that thing guarding the entrance to the First's crib, how will Buffy get to Spike?

Terrified. Meat for the beast, and there's nothin' they can do but wait.

- Hey, Rona. - Hey, Rona.

- I don't plan to. - The Slayer's not getting it done.

Waiting for one to be called. There were many more like them all over the world,

Never too late. It could be anyone. Especially since there are so few of us left.

Willow and me and Xander and Tara.

Honestly, you staked that thing, and it didn't die.

"You may be silent, but this'll shut you up."

I have got my ear to the ground, and... that's the word.

It won't be me. I mean, not now.