Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yeah. This has been fruitful.
That's what I've been saying. I mean, I for one didn't wanna start my day with a slaughter.
like me. Slippery butterfingers.
I have to do something.
There's no way we can determine her moves, her habits, where she'll turn up next.
OK, so that's good.
Out.
Go getyour stuff.
It's OK. Just let it out.
Not now.
- Your voice is like a thousand songbirds... - I never tire of hearing that.
Your mother has... the term is "low-grade glioma".
- Catchy. - Think so?
Anya figured out what the demon lady's up to.
I don't know what kind of action you're looking for. Do you?
I will.
Young woman?
I'll have it all.
So, I'm thinking maybe she...
It's a big snake thing. Not Mayor big, but it's pretty lethal-looking.
Angel made her cry a lot?
What are you doing in here?
Tara and I could use your help researching Buffy's mysterious woman.
In your mother's case, the tumour seems to have started...
Maybe I'm not making this any better.
If Tara's right, then we're blind.
The truth is, the mystical and the medical aren't meant to mix, Buffy.
- Buffy, this chick creamed you last time. - I wasn't ready for her last time. I am now.