Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Huh!
Evil. They want an apocalypse? We'll give 'em one.
Every time instructions get cryptic, someone gets hurt - usually me.
Andrew, we don't have a big board.
Urgh! Argh!
Oh, hey!
And don't be stingy with the mojo. The demon's mine.
She's right. And you know we have a choice.
You're our leader, as in "follow the".
Those men that I met. You know, the shadow men?
- Where are you going? - Out. Since I'm neither a girl, nor waiting.
But you guys? You're just men.
I think I might pee my pants.
None of this is actually happening. This is like a play.
Yeah, I went to great lengths. Lots of trouble, and now I'm unique.
Fine. Anya, all of you,
All this? It's almost over.
Tell me something I don't know.
Something I need.
Cos we just became an army.
Maybe. Till we get the magics up and running, I'm working on my best guess here.
Jawohl! But let's not try to forget, we're also your friends.
you put on those puppet guys one by one.
- Guess we'll see. - Principal Wood, hi!
- What the hell does that mean? - It's cryptic. I don't like it.
Oh, I don't know. It's just...
Yet here you are, walking, talking, annoying.
Weapons, charms, advanced reading assignments.
- We're going to have to find another way. - There isn't, and Buffy knew it.
Well, you're redefining the job, Buffy, and that takes guts.
Hate to say it, "Big Bad", but you look like you can barely stand. We're trained.
No, this isn't the way.
The First is coming, and then look at us: the army.
"Then there came the demons."