Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What I do best.
You don't want to miss a look at her weapons' chest.
and the brains of our operation wears oven mitts.
- This may mean more than you think. - Is that so?
- It's what Tigger says when he leaves. - Chloe loved Winnie the Pooh.
What did they show you?
How's that work?
As a matter of fact, I haven't been quite relishing the kill the way I used to.
Chloe was an idiot.
It's just more elegant.
To transfer energies, you need a conduit.
All their watchers were killed. They've all been coming here since.
Here, actually. This is my desk, and...
- It's not happening. - She's getting it.
What is this?
- (Dawn) They're all slayers? - Potential slayers.
This isn't your full arsenal anyway.
Puppets.
I like to think of myself more as a "guestage."
- ground up Baltic stones, something. - OK. Good.
what I'm like when I'm... like that.
Oh, now that you have a soul.
We both know the best way of saving your life was to keep you with me, away from danger.
- Bring it on! - It's OK, I filled him in on everything.
- He's joking. - No, he's not.
The other night, in my dream. It's gotta mean something, right?
The only thing worse than being human is being trapped inside a house full of humans.
Some will die, and nothing I can do will stop that.
Via, concursus, tempus, spatium, audi me ut imperio.
- It's a thing. - Oh.
and the barrier contains the portal.
You're talking to the wrong fella.
Well, I've heard a few, but then I killed whoever spoke up, and that was that.
Yeah. That was a big deal. Very... private.
It already knows us. It knows what we can do, and it's laughing.
You wanna surprise the enemy? Surprise yourselves.
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