Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and there's been grief.
But we are.
No! No, we'll get a container of Ebola virus...
Buffy?
That's good. Start bickering. That's gonna work great for us.
Do I look stupid in this? Be honest.
you'll feed off the girl who loves you to save your own ass.
- Who's gonna stoke it up? - You feel up to it?
It's crucial, in the first few minutes, to sustain the change.
- And? - Buffy cured me.
- You found her? Was she conscious? - Yes. Yes.
- Any word from Buffy? - Not yet.
I will. I'll do that and worse.
Aren't you supposed to be drinking tea, anyway?
Faith's out of the picture. Buffy put her in a coma.
If I need someone to scream like a woman, I'll give you a call.
You're awake.
Rocket launcher not gonna get it done.
Uh... inbreeding?
- What exactly is up? - Buffy, are you sure you're all right?
No cause to hope that...
Faith. I can work that.
She's clean.
It's a she. And aren't these things...
all the excitement is finally over.
- I didn't hate that. - Hear, hear.
- Yes. - How much?
- I think we can work it out. - Fun with chemistry.