Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Who's for gettin' the hell out? - All in favour. Let's do it.

Guilty. That's it.

- I'll help Buffy. - OK, then.

- Then you, Hell bitch, have nowhere left... - To go.

- Rise and shine, love. - Spike.

He's stabilised, but there's a lot of damage. We need to get him out.

Cos I look at this world you're so eager to be a part of,

And what if I can't?

How do they function in the world with all this bile running through them?

- You understand what I'm saying? - Might help if you actually said it.

It's always open.

- Buffy. - How is he? Will?

Now don't turn me into a horned toad for asking, but what if we come across Ben?

It only hurts while I answer pointless questions.

and all I see is six billion lunatics looking for the fastest ride out.

Alright. Ben. Dory. He's a doctor, she's a fish

Quickly. Already we're behind schedule.

So, if you two wanna fight, you do it after the world ends, OK?

I am so large with not knowing.

Gosh. What do you wanna get mixed up with her for?

I must anoint the Key.

- AKA Ben. - ..has gone missing.