Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, Your Terrifically Smooth One. It is the epitome of ankles.
Dawn's kind of fragile right now, about Mom.
All...?
Everything takes time. What about my time?
- I've gotta stop it before it gets backto Glory. - Glory?
Mom rented the carousel for an entire hour for just me and my friends.
Am I right, Giles?
With Riley. Watching TV in the waiting room.
I mean, what if she's not a demon, sorceress or spirit, or whatever these books cover?
Tara and I did a mini-patrol earlier, but the biggie snake was nowhere to be...
I mean, do they test it on cats or...
- So, any monster-reptile sightings? - None.
Why? What do you mean?
- I beg your... - Uh-huh.
What do you want me to tell Dawn aboutyour mom?
Yeah?
OK.
Watch it. Easy, you're bruisin' the leather.
- Where's Buffy? - She left a while ago.
I think so, yeah.
Don't worry.
I have to try.
Well, the more we know...
Charging in with a big ol' hand grenade... Oh, wait.
of the MRI and pathology reports?
It'd be nice if we knew where she was, where she's hiding out.