Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Nobody you know. - They're the ones from your mystery van.

Will, nobody's mad. Relapse is a part of recovery, we understand that.

- She's got a point. - Hey, Buffy...

You come here to criticise my housekeeping?

Let's continue in a less crowded area. Like over there.

- Let go of me! - Congratulations. You're our first hostage.

You wanna see cool? I'll show you cool.

- Maybe it's a mistake. - A magical mistake.

If you say you didn't do it...

Why do we have to get rid of so many things I like?

- What about you? - I got paint scrapings and the tyre mark.

Willow? Willow?

I do what is in Dawn's best interest, as should you.

Not too put off by it though, are you?

Dawn, it's a magic clearance. Everything must go.

- Got it. - It's beautiful.

- You cut your hair? - Yeah.

So now when anything nasty happens, I get conveniently blamed for it?

I know. It kinda fits the day I've had.

- Of course I... - Do you even care who did this to you?

Your sister's grades have fallen sharply in the last year,

So you three have, what, banded together to be pains in my ass?

An unpleasant tactile experience, like putting my hand in pudding.

And after he's always going on and on about being the only one that understands me.

- Give it! - I need to be invisible!

It's your fault. If you hadn't grabbed it...

So I guess we both made good first steps.

- We're not killers, we're crime lords! - Yeah. Like Lex Luthor.

I'm gonna guess, you're the ones that did this to me?

We're your Arch-Nemisisis...es.

Well, that remains to be seen. Like you.