Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They looked upon her, what she had become, and trembled.

Pretty little shiny Key.

What are you supposed to be, some kind of chief?

- I'm done asking. - Whoa.

- My friend was hurt when you attacked us. - Ten of my men are dead. Honourable men.

She does have nice feet. She's coming at us and Buffy's standing there, not even blinking,

It is not her fault. She's human now.

"They had to be certain the Slayer would protect it with her life,

You know, those things'll kill you.

She doesn't remember anything about being this Key you're all looking for.

Tara, no. What did I tell you?

Isn't that what small irritating children do?

You sure Scarface can hablathe English?

Shall we balance the scale?

OK, just give me a minute.

Overwhelming? How much more than whelming would that be exactly?

Do we know where we're going yet?

What do you know of the Beast?

I should've nicked that Porsche. There's just enough room for me, you, and big sis.

You don't know what's happening.

I think I got him stabilised, but there's a lot of damage. We need to get him outta here.

- What happened? - I don't know. She just went nuts.

- We know. - No biggie.