Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And so are you, No.17.
- Morning. - You gotta eat something. I made cereal.
- Shouldn't all my demon friends be here? - Sweetie...
Well, you should just take it from me.
Preternaturally strong?
Oh, it's great! If you're a zombie ghost thing.
- You really wanna keep this up? - What are you gonna do? Kill us?
Well, we shared an... encounter.
I think it's pretty safe to say I'm not gonna see anybody that's invisible.
When you brought me here, I thought it was to kill me.
- So far, to piss me off. - Please, tell me it's working.
Dawnie, we have to get out...
I don't care how you died. I'm sorry for your loss, but where is my sister?
I don't even know how I got down there. If you could give me a hand...
Or to lock me in some mystical dungeon for all eternity, or... with the torture.
Contracty goodness.
Seems like old times.
Synchronised swimming. Complete mystery to me.
But... who?
I tried to cut it out.
They all are.
Unfortunately, it was the last... (wheezing) thing you'll ever do.
- I saw him in the light. - Wait, you came down stairs? Where?
That's the flora kua ulaya. Native of Paraguay, if my botany serves.
It doesn't matter how well prepped or how well armed you are, you're a little girl.
(# So High by Strange Radio)
Get out, get out, get out!
Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
OK.
- I did? - Yeah.
If I'm the one who let you die, why take it out on her? I'm right here.