Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We'll split up. Graham, get on the horn, or the pipe, or whatever you guys get on.

I feel silly lying here like a lump.

Your last boyfriend wasn't exactly a civilian.

- You think I'd pull something on you? - I don't know what orders you're following.

I'm not giving you a choice.

- I'm not the one running away. - Not yet.

You guys, enough! OK, Riley is in real danger here.

Well, wouldn't you?

Occipital. The lobe in the back of your brain.

You know, this doesn't even hurt.

Oh! Poor Buffy's brain.

I care about you, Xander.

But I can't. Remember?

I tried! It was all hard and stuff!

Buffy, I swear I was just thinking of you. I wanted to tell you the great news.

He is not the only person that can die.

Are you gonna be OK? Cos I should really go check on my mom.

I had an associate who knows those caves like the back of his melanin-deprived hand.

- Harmony, is it a sodding breadbox? - Yes! Oh, my God!

..tried to make Castro go crazy by putting itching powder in his beard.

- You need a proper space to train, so... - I love it.

I don't know. You've been studying really a lot.

Whatever. You know, it takes a lot to wear me out.

She messed us up bad.

I taught you teeny Tinkerbell light.

You're my only hope.

You know Walsh pumped all those chemicals and crap into us. You got more than anyone.

Then... that is you.