Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because witches can't be allowed to alter the fabric of life for selfish reasons.

- I'll do it right. - It's a tricky spell, girl.

Please, don't tell Buffy. I just...

Well, she got me thinking - about how people die all the time,

Buffy, you're here.

I don't know, but... God, what else did she take?

I didn't. I just... I couldn't let you see me.

I don't want any tonics.

- You can ring up sales. - Cool.

I'm fine. Thank you.

You've just been running around like it's been some big chore or something.

"At the request of Joyce there will be no gathering"? That sounds lame.

She always knew how to make things better, just what to say.

Come on, now. No worries.

- Doesn't look so bad. - Wait till it wakes up.

I beg of you, return to me.

I'm even gonna let you slide on the lame toadying, on account of your dying and stuff.

OK. Anything else?

We don't have to talk about this now. You could just go to sleep.

Well, who's gonna be if I'm not?

Then, if you don't want credit, why are you helping me?

I've never used this bloke's services, but there's talk.

- I'll pull her wings off. - No. It was Ben.

Oh, God, you pointless, stupid lump. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

Then, say this incantation three times.

yours eternally.

Well, we still have a few more minutes until I have to go.

You'd better get working on that dinner. You've barely touched it.