Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, God.
I wanna do a spell.
We commend to Almighty God our sister, Joyce Summers...
I'm all phoned out. Will you? Unless it's my dad.
Can I go to Willow's tomorrow after the service?
But of course, it's wonderful that you find doing my job so distracting.
- Good, yeah. - I don't wanna be here.
- Why should I? You're not. - This isn't about...
- There's no wake? - Mom didn't like them.
If you want to. I guess so.
"War of the Warlocks."
It's about making life.
- I'll help you. - No problem.
Yes, carry on, Dawn.
What's tomorrow?
That's OK.
The number he left for us in Spain is no good, and I've left messages everywhere.
- Your mother's dead. - She just wouldn't believe me.
They said "probably" wouldn't have made a difference.
Mind the rug, honeys. Blood's a bitch. Was this the Slayer?
She bade me come to you. The news of your relationship with the Slayer...
Huh, Dawn? Have you even thought about that?
She won't appear, you know, poof!
I remember, because they were wiggling at me like little boobs.
- I'm scared. - Buffy...
The Key? What about the Key?