Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Hellmouth has begun its semi-annual percolation. Usually it blows around May.

Well, I did most of the talking, but Chloe is... I'm sorry, was a good listener.

You met him. You know him.

Try "Thank you, Principal Wood."

What was that about an exchange?

Better get started.

Actually, he's our hostage.

- The story of the very first slayer. - I saw her.

All account for ~

You keep holding back, you might as well walk.

I know that now.

- Demon. - Figured.

- You've got the magic, use it. - I don't even know what magic to use.

The neat of it just left. End of what?

Punch block combo!

Well, more or less. Got myself a soul, whatever that means.

- I'll go check on him. - We've got bigger problems than that.

- It means I have to go in there. - No, it doesn't!

What, are you just telling everyone now?

I'm coming. You're going.