Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ethan's not exactly a reliable source, but I'm not sure that he's wrong about them.
I don't like this feeling. A sort of mindless need to destroy.
- What are you? - I'm the Slayer.
BEEP BEEP OUT OF THE WAY IT IS IT IS ME, THE DAVID COMISH!
The first of many.
Buffy, it's not your call. This is a military operation now.
Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse.
about our mysterious demon collectors,
Spike. Wonderful. The perfect end to a perfect day.
You're, like, make the plan, execute the plan...
Agent Finn. Go ahead.
You have no idea how much thrashing you is going to improve my day.
- Go and eat. - OK.
OK. There's a demon and Giles is gone. But it doesn't mean that he's hurt.
Once you get to know her, she's a very unique girl.
I'm good.
Ethan.
Paralysing mucus. Shoots out through the nose. Sets up fast.
- Apparently not. - We got trouble.
Be careful with her. She reacts on instinct.
Had a couple of 'em working for me once. They're more: "Like to crush. Crush now?"
That's my lamp.
Yes. Fabulous technology.
I know we're not particularly fond of each other, Rupert,
Spontaneous poetic exclamations. Lord, spare me college boys in love.
I'm sorry. That was rude.
Good times. Go with it.
You're hard to find. These halls are quite the labyrinth.
This anger. Rage.
No. When I find Ethan I can clear all this up without Buffy ever having to find out.
A gift is traditional. I've read about it.
Of course, you could smash my toes with a hammer
When did all that fall apart?
- How do I kill it? - Silver. A weapon made of silver.
That's it. Let's go.
Oh, they raid hot spots - areas of otherworldly energy.
Hopefully it involves treacle and a headmaster.