Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where are you?
Who is this? You sound familiar.
"We're alike, you and me. Birds of a bloody feather. "
The peacock on the table. It has two crystals in it.
Maybe not!
Got another name for that - dead.
I didn't... I don't wanna die.
- No, no. I'm looking for Buffy. - Haven't seen her.
and if you don't want anything nasty to happen to her, you'd better meet us. Alone.
- Bird. - No bird?
What I want...
Dawn, I'm going out to find Xander. If he calls...
- Slayer's here. - Sorry. Didn't see her.
Where are the bad guys?
Well, the fact is my lighter's gone missing.
All round you, Slayer, so don't try anything.
What?
A spell from who?
- Yeah, yeah. Let's go, Xander. - You will come straight home?
This vanishing act's right liberating for you, innit?
- Who are you? - Andrew.
Sorry, Dawn. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out.
No. That comes after I beat the snot out of you.
could cause her to give in to temptation.
We are. Well, I'm talking and you're looking at me funny.
Doris.
Willow's still a wreck, Dawn's mad at both of us,
I'll be forced to recommend that you be stripped of your guardianship.
Dawn, you need to eat something.
- Willow, where you going? - For a walk.
We're your arch-nemesises... ses.
- It told me to... - To what?
There. Headed this way.
The only reason you're here is that you're not here.
I tried. He blocks it with his drunken-monkey fist!
Remember, we're professionals.
something I'm just not convinced that an unemployed young woman can provide.
OK. No... No...
I didn't do this.
What exactly would you like me to do?
- What? - "All work and no play make Doris... "