Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We must all... [Yells, Groans]
It means you do. You ascend...
Fire!
Right out there.
I'm pretty sure that's not what I meant.
Angel, the blood of a slayer is the only cure.
You want to get it back from me... Dick?
I won't let you die. Drink.
You know, I do all this planning...
Well, heh heh! Looks like somebody's been eating his spinach.
Time spent? No.
- I feel so guilty. - Guilty?
Fall back! Get back!
I know.
I'll be going back to England.
- Good luck in England. - Yes, thank you.
Understandable.
Yeah. I'm okay.
but the head trauma, it's...
No... reason to stay.
- An eclipse. - Standard procedure for an ascension.
At the hospital, he was grieving, seriously crazed...
Here's your coffee. Brewed from the finest Colombian lighter fluid.
- Willow? - Yes. Right. Willow.
I'll go and attend to Wesley.
We survived.
Besides scream like a woman.
I'll be there.
[Roaring]
You guys want to take off?