Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

God. That's horrible.

- It's over. - I've memorised this tune, love.

Serves you right for taking zees on lookout again.

I don't have a sister.

You need to leave me alone. You're not part of my life.

Buffy, sit down. You'll fall over.

Welcome home, sweetie.

I know you do. You just have to find it again.

It was awful. Anya was devastated.

- Willow! - Buffy?

You can't hide, Dawn.

I altered his reality.

You are not in an institution. You have never been in an institution.

I forgot. Willy Wannabite can't hurt me. Dumb to pick a fight, I guess.

I'm still pretty dazed, but better.

All right, Xander, you hit the demon bars. Dig up any info on a new player in town.

- The... - The fricking Slayer.

I'll need alkanet root and a handful of nettle leaf.

I never should have let you see that movie.

She's our friend. We'll take care of her.

I'll hold here, keep an eye on the wax job.

I'm right here. You're my sister.

Where we're all little figments of Buffy's funny-farm delusion.

Tell you what, Slayer. Let me get out of your way. I'll stop bothering you.

Then meet me at the campus lab. I'll try to brew up an antidote the old-fashioned way.

Buffy, look at me.

None of it was real.

of universe-destroying energy?

More than happy to beat you right through the pain, you pathetic poof.

I wanna be healthy again.

Alone? Willow, he can't. It's too strong.

They can't hurt you here. You're with your family.