Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know where I'm goin'.
Family?
- I'd like to veto that. - Second.
Not unlike smothering a forest fire with napalm, as I recall.
Me neither.
Hunting for a psychopathic superbitch is in the above-and-beyond category.
Figured that out, huh? Damn.
you'll always have this.
But look what I found.
Are you sure?
I'd say this qualifies for a "worst timing ever" award.
All I had in there was this one little part of you.
Yeah. We were pretty worried about you for a while, mister.
That's the thing about a coma. You wake up rested and rejuvenated
Don't let me keep...
surrounded by a bunch of kids looking up at my face, filled with fear and wonder.
- What? - Clean sheets. Like summer.
- But then what? - Ooh, I have an idea.
Just when we made it so nice.
- It's just with... - Little sis coming. I know.
OK, I get it, really. Faith bad.
- Things change. - Do they?
The ones I was going to do anyway.
Or maybe she does and she's sorry, and she's alone, hiding somewhere.
They could be forcing him onto medication and torturing him, for all I know.
Who the bad guys are.
there won't be a place for you in the world any more.
Faith finds Mr Xander Harris still in town, odds are she goes tighter than catgut.
Face punching. I'm not so good with the whole...
I don't believe that.