Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You were out of the trail a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.

high school, up until college,

and not one of you bunch has the midichlorians to stop her.

Know why Rack moves all the time? Because he's shady.

- You wanna wait here? - If that works for you.

- They own us. - So what do you want me to do?

- Won't keep you alive, though. - Will, stop. You need to give this up now.

And I have some things to do. I thought if anybody'd understand...

- Make you a nice little antenna hat. - Laugh it up, fuzzball.

You saw her. She's a truck-driving magic momma.

The books are sucked dry, but so what?

No. As taste tests go, this is definitely one of the better ones I've been to.

You were gonna show me what a slayer was.

It's not fair. A girl your age cooped up in a crypt.

Get off, superbitch.

We'll keep you someplace safe until we can stop Willow.

I'm not moving.

You left me, Xander, at the altar.

Willow has a problem.

No. That's why we're leaving. An.

Let him go, Andrew.

But I promise, it's not too late...

I get it. You boys put a spell on yourselves, didn't you?

And you still taste like strawberries.

We need to find Willow.

Boys, knock it off, or I will pull over and you can just...