Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- more fanciful enemies magically appear... - How did I miss...?
- I screwed up real bad. - Hey. We all screw up.
I might have magicked my fist through a wall or something.
Come on. It's time for your drugs.
Don't. Please, listen to me.
I don't know how stuff got so mixed up.
Stay away from me! Willow, help!
You're our little girl, Buffy. Our one and only.
Sweetheart? We've missed you very much.
Buffy's delusion is multilayered. She believes she's some type of hero.
She was a little... She was kinda broken.
Yeah. Fix up some chip in my head.
Believe in yourself.
We still have the big bad tranked out in the basement
Xander, you're here!
to accommodate a need for a familial bond.
Pickin' up some stuff.