Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What's goin' on? - Guard!

If she isn't around, Rack may know where she is,

And Willow will make you two boneless chickens skinless too.

Yay, Clem. Makin' with the demon senses.

- She's draining. - She's what-ing?

Six years as a sideman, now I get to be the Slayer.

I'm counting the ways that can go wrong.

I'm venturing this is a "kill or be killed" situation?

She has an addictive personality. She just tasted blood. She may be there already.

You think you can work this stuff?

You're not gonna die.

Just me and the walking action figure.

OK. What exactly is coming?

This is our best chance we're gonna get to make it out of here.

This is faster.

- Is that a fact? - Yes. We're running out of time.

Damn, that is one effective counterspell.

I can practically feel it. I've dabbled in magics.

- Let's go. - What about Willow?

I know this hurts... bad.

You don't think she's gonna kill them too? She wouldn't.

I really can't hurt you, so I'm just gonna have to settle for hating you.

Did you kill that guy?

Well, either "the" or "towards", I'm not really sure.

- Is she coming? - I don't see anything.

Until Willow brought you back, you know... with magic.

- I can help. - The only thing Willow was ever good for...

- Neither have we. - Guess we keep running, then.

Please! This is your pitch?

I figured it out. Warren never abandoned us.

Either way. Just get me there.

About me shutting up?

No, I can't. Which means she's gone way beyond simple vengeance.

So you three have, what, banded together to be pains in my ass?