Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Of sorts? - Well, it's all relative, isn't it?

You were perfect. I worried I overdid it with the "hard way" thing.

I just wanted to tell you that Buffy won't be in today. She's sick.

Without anything to look forward to. Ever.

- How's your face? - OK.

Bad things have been happening. The girls are all looking for someone to blame.

Fine. You guys keep your heads buried in the sand,

OK, just the other stuff then.

I wanted to do this more subtle-like.

Hey, this isn't your fault, OK?

Highest alert. Get them here as soon as possible.

(Dawn) I saw Mom.

Oh, things have been wonky for me ever since I got back. Ever since...

Do you have any idea what I'm capable of?

He changed there too. Instantly became another person.

(Warren) She won't feel a thing. Just do it. Fast.

- I didn't do anything. - (Anya) You lying son of a bitch!

Buffy, you've never met the real me.

- He'll be singing in no time. - What do we do now?

- I can't kill anybody else. - OK, calm down. We can work around that.

Cut her deep. Cut her quick. It'll be over before she knows what hit her.

She's bad news.

So, listen, I could suspend you,

Shut your mouth.

We're gonna get to the bottom of this. We just can't take any chances.

- Not making it better. - And you got your revenge.

As bad as I was, as evil and as wretched as I was, I never truly hated myself back then.