Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Off we go, then. Meet back at the shop?

You know those pesky feelings I've been having? Guilt, empathy?

You're gonna pay more attention to her and forget all about me.

Everyone's drinking, smoking, shooting up, shooting each other,

Well, I may know a fella, you know, who knows a fella in China. He might...

Then I guess you're right. And you did kill your sister.

Glory. Oh, God.

I don't think a doctor's what Buffy needs right now.

I'm making it easy. It's you or the girl.

- I just wanted it over. - If Glory wins, then Dawn dies.

- Well, when did all this happen? - Not one hour ago.

Once the blood is shed at a certain time and place,

But you know we need you. You have to come out.

Two entirely separate entities sharing one body.

Is this what the poets go on about? This?

Ben, this is really not a good time.

- You good to go? - Don't worry about me.

That's a sure way to get yourselves killed. I hear she's awfully unpleasant.

Take a human life with your own hands?

- Dawn's blood. - Yes.

- You talk funny. - Yes.

Mom, can I take care of her?

It's really not that complicated.

You're about to.

- Death is my gift? - Wait. Death is her what?

Some sort of spell. You've been hanging with the Wicca, you could've...

I'm above it. I'm...

This was when I quit, Will.

Slayer's gonna be all right, won't she?

This is reality. Stop trying to infect me with your...

Ushering in the long and bloody reign of the great...

Buffy, come on. It's your brain. Just tell me.

What are you doing here?

Good, panic. That oughta help.