Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You were gonna show me what a slayer was.

I'm not moving.

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

And you still taste like strawberries.

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

Get off, superbitch.

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

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

We need to find Willow.

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

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

high school, up until college,

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

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

Willow has a problem.

You left me, Xander, at the altar.

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

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

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

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

Let him go, Andrew.

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

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

The books are sucked dry, but so what?

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

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