Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They thought there was something seriously wrong with me.
No! Tara!
Right? All right?
Talk to me. You're hallucinating.
Oh, it's OK. We got help.
It's figurative, doofus! Did you even read Legion of Doom?
they aren't as comforting as they once were.
Where you might not have left your bride at the altar
Thanks, Spike. I'll help when the blistering pain subsides.
Xander's gone? Xander's missing?
You can't even stand to be around me.
- Buffy, stay with us, please. - Oh... No!
Well, yes, absolutely, but...
Got her trippin' like a Ken Russell film festival.
I was just coming to check on you. You feeling better? Did the antidote work?
You have to start ridding your mind of those things that support your hallucinations.
I need my hands!
The magical key.
Buffy...
Say it. It'll help you believe it.
The packages. What's in them?
Your sister, your friends, all of those people you created in Sunnydale,
I wanna go home with you and Dad.
What do you mean Xander's missing?
Where have you guys been?
- Not until I have the antidote. - OK.
Deploy your little friend.
Buffy! Buffy, fight it.