Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I didn't? - He says no.

- I'm bored. Let's eat. - Anya, we've talked about this.

When you went to the loo, I slipped poison in your drink. You'll be dead in an hour.

So she walks in and the rules just suddenly break?

- How long have you been practising? - Since I was little.

They'll take Mr Rayne to a secret detention facility in the Nevada desert.

Giles will know what it was.

- You understand me. - Of course I understand you.

Agent Finn here alone has killed or captured... How many is it?

Ow. You're just a little overwrought. Ow.

- Absence? - Buffy clearly lacks a strong father figure.

Is this thing real silver?

As I'm just as sure we can learn much from each other.

Oh, stop the car.

Of course, you could smash my toes with a hammer and it would still be the bestest Buffy birthday bash in a while.

- Command, are you there? - What are you doing?

Ethan's wardrobe's not helping any.

The demon Prince Barvain is going to rise tonight.

We were sparring and he said not to hold back.

Like, Spider-Man strong.

This gonna go on much longer? I'd rather like to be going.

- Downshift. Downshift. - Calm down, will you?

- Who else knows? - No one. No one else knows this.

Which is not always a good thing.

Right, then. What's first? I tell the Slayer what you've gotten yourself into?

You look like you're gonna say "but".

I don't know what I'm lookin' for.

D'you know what gets me? This is what gets me.

Please, don't you understand?

We use the latest in scientific technology and state-of-the-art weaponry,

I think you're probably right.

- 15? - I know, wow.

It's perfectly serviceable.

But you killed the...

Oh, sure. Dismantle the getaway car. That'll scare 'em.

R-a-y-n-e. Call me back.