Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No worries. We're close to decoding the manuscript. We just need a bit more time.
So you're saying these vampires went to all this hassle for a basic decoder ring?
- I just killed a Super Bowl champ? - I'm serious!
Do the words sealed and fate ring any bells, Will? Why go there?
Wouldn't be much of a change. Either way I'm bored, constricted.
But I didn't even get my test back.
A fear we'll soon get to experience for ourselves, up close in person.
..and I can look forward to being gainfully employed in the growing field of corrections.
Who are you? If you tell me what I need to know, I won't hurt you.
Willow? What are you doing here? Fly. Be free, little bird. You defy category.
Great. So I'm your taxi and your punching bag.
Well, perhaps my words of caution were... a little too alarming.
Well, I'll just jump off that bridge when I come to it.
- Spike will draw and quarter me, man! - I'll take care of Spike.
But... fortunately, I think I may have found something finally.
That is a tense person.
But HoHos are a vital part of my cognitive process.
And yes. I'm sure.
I was simply offering some... constructive criticism.
I just get messed sometimes.
I didn't even notice.
Oh, God! I'm sorry. Look...
It's OK.
- You mean hide? - Let's get you someplace safe!
I've never seen Buffy like that. She just took off.
- You didn't try to find out what was taken? - Have a cow, Giles.
Eastern exposure. The sun will be comin' in a few hours.
Dorothy dolls, Dorothy posters. I even got the Dorothy haircut.
One down...
According to this, du Lac destroyed every Cross except the one buried with him.
First I have to deal with Giles. He's on this Tony Robbins hyper-efficiency kick.
You're not stupid.