Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Right. Heads it is.

Bone, flesh, breath...

And why would I share that with the Most Unstable One?

- Again, I say "huh?" - I just think I understand sex more now.

Do you, now? Enlighten me.

- Leave it. - I can't. Mom.

and dust to dust.

I just don't like to see Summers women take it so hard on the chin, is all.

I didn't even start CPR until they told me.

- And I wanna remember. - Down to every last bagel.

- Tomorrow? - After everything.

The funeral is at three tomorrow. Do you know the Brown Brothers' mortuary?

Sure, hang out.

I've gathered some ingredients.

Ring up sales? With the money? She gets to fondle the money?

Cos I know - what I wanna do now.

Fine. Let the best me win. Let Glory understand this: I won't help her find the Key.

- Dawn... - I mean, how do we know for sure?

Like I'm more awake somehow. You know?

but I don't even know what I'm doing.

Who's gonna make things better?

- Customer. Hello, customer. - I'll just be a moment.

Either one of you witches?

How about a line that says "After the burial there will be no wake"? Or "gathering"?

I'm not gonna tell, little bit.

Xander, he didn't leave a card.

Wiccans took an oath a long time ago to honour that.

- You don't know that. - Sure she does.

We're witches. We know stuff.

They're for Joyce.

So, the Key's all secreted away in a flesh wrapper.

- Big into dominoes, aren't you? - Can't say I am. We came here because...

But it's tomorrow that I'm worried about.

Egg of the Ghora gives life. It's key to the spell.