Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They failed, and paid with their blood.
Dawn, get down.
Buffy, we have to find Dawn. We can't let Glory...
They have the General. Clerics.
- What about the Key? - Dawn.
Strong. Fast. Hell god.
Wanna come watch the tears and recriminations?
As did her lust for pain and misery.
No one can stand against Her Blindingly Scrumptious Luminescence.
- From a dimension of unspeakable torment. - A demon dimension. I know.
- I want to know. - The Key is almost as old as the Beast itself.
See who?
- Last words, slay-runt? - Just one.
Let's see whatyou are. Or who you are.
Dawn, get down under the table.
What he said?
Pretty little shiny girl.
Show of hands for that option?
The Key is too dangerous to be allowed to exist,
Finally, a sensible plan.
This is war, isn't it?
Cool. Don't have to study for that geometry test.
- OK. Will, open a door. - No.