Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm hating this, Murk. - This would be what exactly, Your Holiness?

You want a pizza?

You fit in a lock. Well, it's like a lock.

Once the Key is activated, the walls separating realities will crumble.

I'm just a little tight in this skin, is all.

You probably think I won't waste any precious blood of yours till tonight.

Is everyone here very stoned?

This body? It's just a rental, Dawnie.

- In mercy does your power lie? - No, brainless.

Really, don't. Go.

And I imagined what a relief it would be.

That actually hurt, you prepubescent puke.

Ben. Glory. He's a doctor, she's the Beast.

- Pretty trippy stuff. - It's extraordinarily advanced.

- Why? - I wanted it over.

It's what I do. I mean, come on. You've known me for how long?

Wonderful. But not why we're here. Hell-god type. Name of Glory...

Yes, Buffy, you can take care of her.

What can I do for you boys? Want some cocoa?

But no. Not magic. It's something else.

No, you don't. Get over yourself, Ben.

And Spike, you find Glory. Check her apartment, see if she's still there.

So knock yourself out, girlfriend. Make me feel bad as you can.

I don't know. What do you think?

And anyone who sees it instantly forgets.

than any of you scabs can even dream about.

Cos we found out your blood is the key to the Key.

I'd like to help, but I'm a small-town guy.

You have to talk to me.

And it all comes down to tonight.

I'm gonna take 'em and mash 'em back down where they belong, OK?

How'd things work out with her mom? Changed her mind, didn't she?

- Stick around, chica. - I won't let you hurt her, Glory.

You won't any way you slice it. That's for Buffy to decide.

Where are you going?