Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Willow, if you let this control you, then the world goes away, and all of us with it.

Your friends. Yourself.

It's just... I'm still not so sure you should be here.

Ask me again why I could never love you.

I'm not gonna budge till...

Waiting for Warren?

were the moments...

But still, running that hot for that long,

And that will never happen again.

I don't feel anything. Oh, not here. Let's go.

Cos you don't belong here.

I've been waitin' for you.

I can't. It doesn't work that way.

Dawn, get out of here. Go.

I could feel you comin' a mile away, the power you got.

We're talking about raising the dead.

Maybe she's just getting her mojo up and running.

- Well, take a look. This is it. - Maybe for you.

Hey, you're not goin' anywhere.

Cos your sister's the Slayer. I'm a demon.

Whatever. So, can you still sense Willow?

- So you admit it? - Why not?

No more tears, Dawnie.

Jonathan. Andrew.

I just thought, as long as you're protecting us...

Guess the rehab didn't take, huh? That's the way it goes sometimes.

I like the taste. It's just the texture I can't deal with.

Let me tell you somethin' about Willow.

And I wish you were never born.

Are you guys all right? Are you injured?

and no No. 2 pencils have been provided,

I am not a little girl.

This is a test. I don't get what I want unless I pass it.

Anya, teleport us out of here, please. Take us with you.

For crying out loud. Signals?

I guess she wants to finish the job without us tagging along.