Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Air like nectar, thick as onyx.

The authority figure. The strong guiding hand and stompy foot that is me.

So you're saying that a powerful and mightily pissed-off witch

I have these forms from the registrar's office that I need you to sign.

Is this seat taken?

This is so unfair. You're taking everything away.

Who is the Key?

All right. This...

was plannin' on going and spillin' herself a few pints of god blood until you... what?

Then perk up your ears.

This is not the time.

Like you always have.

- Patriotic? - Yes.

It's a chart, not a graph. And you are real.

- Willow, wait. I'll... - No. Call Buffy and go look in Tara's room.

I'm really sorry that I didn't establish my lesbo street cred

- She your sister? - It has to be verified.

I think maybe Dawn should do her homework at home.

Well, sit tight, then, and I'll send a nurse by in few minutes to pick up Tara.

Imagine whatyou'd feel with my fingers wiggling in your brain.

But that's people for ya. They're pretty worthless.

We had to hide the Key. Made it human and sent it to you.

I haven't been here...

- Everything went well at the university? - Yep. I'm all dropped out.

You saw what she did. I can't let her get away with it.

Because they'll take you away!

until I finally...

I mean, I knowthat I wasn't the best student, but I really learned a lot.