Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Death is my gift.

Just let me bleed the girl and go home. Everything'll work out fine.

- You're back. - Hello, Buffy.

So tell me, why am I not popping your head like a zit right now?

Ben, something is happening to both you and Glory.

Willow's on it. Or in it. She's workin' some spell, trying to reach Buffy psychically.

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

- How could she do this? - I don't know.

When it comes to Hell gods, my best advice is get out of the way, and stay there.

I'm not doing anything. I swear.

- Get him out of me. - What?

Everyone clear?

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

They're just meatbaggy slaves to hormones and pheromones and their feelings.

Come on now, Buffy. She's nothing to be afraid of.

where anyone who sees her little presto-change-o instantly forgets.

Is everyone here very stoned?

- Some. - Funny.

So, how come I ain't happy?

I could be the one to look after her sometimes, if you need a helper.

I think Spike was right back at the gas station. Snap out of it.

You did this to me, didn't you?

I know it because I feel what you're feeling. Scared.

Trust me. When all this is over I can set you up real nice.

You can't hurt her and you know it, Ben.

Accept it. I'm a god, stupid.

I'm just thinking, I'm trying to make you feel better,

I'm not talking about this. I'm talking about this.