Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do I have special powers?

I'm human. You can't kill me. What's a slayer gonna do to me?

You help me and I... I don't kill you.

Two of them. English, like me.

- So what kind of place are you looking for? - I don't know. Maybe a crypt.

- How are you feelin', mate? - Like snapping necks until everyone's dead.

It's the "stay and gloat" - gets me every time.

But I want you to have your personal life, but keep your eyes open.

Oh, tremendously convincing. Try it again without the stutter.

Oh, here. Here, I'll get you a piece.

Neighbours just heard, you know, growling and things breaking.

- Very witty. - You should meet her.

I think you'll find the results of our operation most impressive.

You give me a call, and I'll show you a good time.

How did you know it was me?

Now, Ethan has turned me into a demon, and I need your help.

Oh, well, apparently it hasn't happened yet. A bit of luck.

If I'd gotten here any later, and if Giles had killed Ethan,

I just assumed that was a big week for you.

- I'm sorry. - Call 911.

I can hurt a demon.

And you're what? Shocked and disappointed? I'm evil

Are you saying this because you don't like Riley's boss?

What did you do to him? What did you do?

And, by the way, why the hell are you suddenly a Fyarl demon?

It's a test of synchronicity.

I'm doin' my best. I don't know if I'm drivin' this thing or wearin' it.

The pointy kind. And tufty ears. And maybe a saucepan-shaped bruise.

The demon attacked Professor Walsh. It got out of a small, grey car. A Citroen.

So, the Slayer.

I'm a little concerned.

- Hey, picked up a tail. - Yes. Just a little one. It hurts when I sit.

I mean, this Initiative...

The US military is taking you into custody, pending a determination of your status.

- You can do that? - It'll take a couple of minutes.

Well, where is she, exactly?