Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cos tomorrow you bleed, little girl.

Give up the girl, I could like you a lot.

I'm not supposed to feel anything. I'm a god.

- Witch? - Tara.

The portal will only close once the blood is stopped.

- Help me. - How?

I came... He came to see you, didn't he?

- What have we got? - Something worth dying for.

Wait. Ben? At Glory's? You're saying all this time he's been subletting from her?

I'm just a little emotional right now which, if you're into irony, funny.

- Hello. - Mommy, Daddy.

She can't just be braindead.

- Buffy, what are you doing here? - I like it here.

- "With" in what sense? - They're working together?

Unless somebody up there likes you.

- You nervous? - Yes.

No. Buffy, leave Dawn alone. What is this?

Reality as we know it will be destroyed and...

Ben. The human meat sack who's infecting me.

- You sure you know what you're doing? - I think so.

- What? - What?

You're right. But I know a thousand ways to hurt you that won't spill a drop.

So, Ben and Glory are the same person?

All right, you're right. It's cool.

There's some pills in my knapsack. Half of one every two hours keeps her pretty mellow.

Still, it is you doing this.

Glory plans to open a dimensional portal by way of a ritual blood-letting.

Nothing comes without a price. This is yours.

Being something else, that's what we are.

And when she returns, then you're gonna see somethin'.

Do you believe, with all I know, that you can trick me?

Baby, baby Ben. Why do you worry so much?

I don't know what you're talking about. Excuse me.