Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

And that will never happen again.

I am not a little girl.

We're talking about raising the dead.

Jonathan. Andrew.

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

- So you admit it? - Why not?

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

I've been waitin' for you.

But still, running that hot for that long,

Hey, you're not goin' anywhere.

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

Let me tell you somethin' about Willow.

And I wish you were never born.

Ask me again why I could never love you.

Are you guys all right? Are you injured?

were the moments...

For crying out loud. Signals?

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

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

No more tears, Dawnie.

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

Your friends. Yourself.

Waiting for Warren?

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

Dawn, get out of here. Go.

Cos you don't belong here.

and no No. 2 pencils have been provided,

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

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

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

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

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

I'm not gonna budge till...

Whatever. So, can you still sense Willow?

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