Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No, but... - Go. Do something right.

- It's your move. - No. Yours.

- The smell. - I know.

We kissed, Buffy.

So believe me when I tell you these things are real,

We need to find some magics to stop Willow, or at least slow her down.

People picked on Willow in junior high school,

than to wreak bloody vengeance upon you, Xander Harris.

Look around. You know magic. We're in a magic shop.

- Run and hide? That's your brilliant plan? - I don't believe this.

Buffy, let's say this works and we stop Willow working the hoodoo for a minute.

- There you two are. - You do that?

This is still Willow we're dealing with, right?

Lex Luthor had a false-epidermis escape kit in Superman vs the Amazing Spider-Man.

But I gotta say,

We can be a duo. You and me.

So it would appear.

One of the many things in this world you are not prepared for.

Right. Vengeance demon. Well, at least she'll get there first.

Let me go. Somebody!

The only thing that's different is that I'm disgusted with myself.

- Promise? - You don't want that.

You think your little witch buddy's gonna stop with us?

A killer isn't a slayer. Being a slayer means something you can't conceive of.

I think I was in Heaven. I was torn out of there by my friends.

Thanks. I already got the memo.

You don't have to talk. Just think real loud. I can hear you.

Willow, I know what you wanna do, but you have to listen to me.

Indeed. You have passed the first stage of the test.