Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a big day for me.
Buffy, I've read these things very carefully, and there's not much margin for error.
I can feel it, still warm and wet.
Gonna bleed you either way.
Do you ever stop talking? I don't know which is worse,
No, I'm not hungry.
Who's not crazy? Look around.
it all just melts away like ice cream.
It is your last night.
You should try again, Will.
But I didn't.
Buffy, you have to get up. Buffy, please.
Glory.
Yeah. I do. Ben's Glory and Glory's Ben. It's like this fog's lifted.
Now. Do we suspect that there may be some kind of connection between Ben and Glory?
- How've you been? - Death is your gift.
And you wouldn't be doing that if you weren't trying to show me something.
This Glorificus, if it is her, she's big city.
Nothing special about it. And then it hit me.
It only hurts while I answer pointless questions. Where's Buffy?
- But... - Get out.
The Key.
Actually, I'm looking for you.
- She's got Dawn. - Right.
- I got Dawn killed. - Hello. Your sister, not dead yet.
OK, first thought, just totally spontaneous, unfiltered, off the top of my head...
- You wanna kill her? - We have to do something.
- The portal shall open... - And the great Glorificus shall return...
Not in the mood. What do you think that's about?
- Maybe I'm just hungry. - Yes, we shall fetch a lovely...
- What? - Don't call me Dawnie.
Not entirely.
As you'll tell me again when we're older and in chem class.