Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Conservation of energies. You can't really create or destroy anything, just transfer.

Why not just try all 32 flavours? Worst thing that happens is you go brunette.

I'm showing him our operation.

Now what? We hold hands and chant "Kumbaya" or something?

- You've been kinda quiet since... - You sucked the life out of me?

Where you do your other work.

well, that's how it works.

It's not enough.

- It's an impressive group of recruits. - They're not recruits.

Which spell? I mean, didn't you see that thing?

Fine by me. Big fight against evil coming up.

- Preaching to the choir, love. - It's like Slayer Central.

It is Chloe, right?

I bet the big deal about this emergency bag is in the box.

Yeah, I'm really sorry.

"You can't just watch, you have to see?" See what?

Don't make a case out of it.

Oh, thank God! If I had to explain all these weapons, I had nothing.

What are you waving at, potential?

And the First has me using that power to dig our graves.

It's started, hasn't it?

It's heart-warming.

You saw the First Slayer?

- He's a vampire. - I should move out.

Granted, a cool and sexy vampire-fighting guy, but still.

You'll have to forgive Andrew. Or not. Your call.

- Like a kraken's tooth. - Yeah, skin of Draconis,

Force yourself to do what can't be done, or else we are not an army.

I've been carrying you - all of you - too far, too long.

Holding back? You're blind.

If we play it safe back here, Buffy could stay lost.

Since you got your soul back?

Anyway, this is... it. Command Central.

I looked inside that emergency bag of Principal Wood's.

What do you call that, potential? In the field, you are dead.

- In the spirit of air-clearing... - Yeah?

See you inside. So much cooler than Snyder.

You're doing the best you can with what you've got.