Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Andrew and Jonathan don't.

Are we really gonna do this?

- It is done. - No!

I'm not protecting you, Jonathan. None of us are.

- You're back on the magics. - No, honey. I am the magics.

Yeah. It's not like you haven't been clear about it, O great mysterious one.

Yes, we did. We teamed up. We wanted to see where our plans would take us.

I get it. No biggie.

What if Willow filets their souls and comes after us?

I need to know if you're gonna turn on me.

- Who the hell are you? - Something's coming. Something bad.

You need to back down a minute and think, Will.

We've got seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds us into Jawa burgers,

Willow found out and, as the most powerful Wicca in the West,

And what then? Even if they kill that Wicca bitch, you think they're gonna let us walk?

So tell me, strawberry.

Willow was... you know.

We'll all be a lot happier without listening to the constant whining.

She tried to use you for a hood ornament, Xander.

There is nothing in this world that would give me greater satisfaction

Willow, please just listen to me.

Again with the comfort.

then we'll be... you know, worthy.

Wait. First stage?