Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, what are you waiting for? Grab your coat and your pointy sticks.

Oh, we can, you know.

- Take that back! - I mean, you have the superpower thing.

Sorry, pet. My house, my rules.

bleed, like beautiful poetry.

Loathing. Disgust.

Nothing would make her happier than to find out I'm hanging out in a vampire's lair.

Destroying everything that was me, until all that's left is you, in a dead shell.

- And he doesn't treat me like an alien. - He's a killer, Dawn.

- Xander? - What?

Could you give me a clue about what kind of clues?

You've got a chip.

Oh, with Charles Laughton?

Just like I told everyone

It's just, he's got cool hair, and he wears cool leather coats and stuff.

I want us to be a family again, my William.

I'm embarrassed for our kind.

Do you have the slightest idea what she means to me? It's the face of my salvation!

It tells you you're not a bad dog, but you are.

Oh, I'm gonna stake you!

- Just hanging out. - Here?

I'm not a child.

If you want, Buffy, I can go with. Back you up with some scowling.

It's not Glory. It has nothing to do with Dawn, I promise. Look, she probably...

- What happened? - Me.

So lost. Even I can't help you now.