Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, I promise it won't happen again. I will tell you everything.

Well, if I hadn't had to search for Ms Summers and battle that harridan...

So, the demon's probably a little late.

There were 911 calls from a couple of different places. Including here.

Now I understand your energies were directed to the same place as ours, in fact.

About the same time you started to worship chaos.

Well, I mean, I didn't at first because Riley said not to, and...

He'd be great right now. He'd find himself in a second. Nobody is cooler in a crisis.

I just wish I knew what I needed.

What are you doing?

Maybe a little.

Sometimes she sounds a bit like an introductory textbook herself.

They must've picked this place up days ago.

He's just nervous.

- My boyfriend. - Very nice to meet you, Mr Giles.

I like pancakes cos they're stackable.

Oh, you know demons. It's all exaggeration and blank verse.

I always knew you could do better than a B minus.

then use the magics to pluck the petals off, one at a time.

- I'm going to the car. - I can't take you with me.

Agent Finn is in charge of this operation. I'm counting on you, Riley.

It's not gonna have electricity anyway. It's a crypt, remember?

And I was her high-school librarian.

We have to make this fast. I have better things to do tonight than kill.

Oh, hang on, I'll tell ya.

- And it's got a friend. - Damn.

Well, that's not...

I never would've gotten him back.

Our minds have to be perfectly attuned to work as a single delicate implement.

I mean, if he's not, you know, you had to do it.

The one by the highway. The Sunnydale Motor Inn.

- She's self-reliant, independent... - Exactly.

Not to mention the daily slayage of...

Oh, no. I mean, she's, like, 40.