Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OK. Will, I need you to hack into the security mainframe

- That a fact? - More like a bet.

I told you I had things to do.

You two crazy kids take down an unstoppable killer-cyborg-demon hybrid thingy

- Beg your pardon? - Forget it. We're just happy to have you back.

They say jump, I ask "How high?" I get the job done.

But in the dream this self-righteous blonde chick stabs me.

Human, demon, whatever he can get his hands on.

Nobody cares. Nobody remembers. Especially not Buffy, fabulous superhero.

I don't know what the Initiative's version of "fine" is.

You're too young and too pretty a girl to start wearing worry lines on your face.

It's a wonder she's alive at all with the blood loss.

Whoa. You got a pair on you, Joyce. I like seein' that in a woman your age.

as she kills you.

doesn't mean she can't go out with a bang.

God, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?

A really good idea. Are you sure you wanna be Double Agent Guy?

You think we're bein' watched?

You don't know the first thing about Buffy. Or me.

You squirted out the kid, raised her up, and now you might as well be dead.

Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's this cleavagey slutbomb

I came to check the monitors, like I always do at eight o'clock.