Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Glory is evil and powerful. And in no way prettier than me.
- Sorry. - Maybe it's time to start a new tradition:
I was standin' about. It's a whole different vibe.
- Anya... - Like, there's a fireman, or a shepherd...
- Byzantium. - Yes, they've arrived.
Me talking.
Glory and two fellow Hell gods
He is not my boyfriend.
- Well, the bigger they are... - The faster they stomp you into nothing.
She's tough, but no bolts of lightning, no blasts of fire.
- Do you know how to do that or not? - Give us a sec.
"One of the founders of the Monks of the Order of Dagon."
Like bugs under my skin.
You make a very pretty little girl.
It's just so lovely! Oh, I wish it was mine!
- Can't hear it, can't hear it, can't hear it... - Tell me!
Good Lord, Giles writes as dull as he talks, doesn't he?
Made it human and sent it to you.
I kinda wanna hear me talking right now.
I think you're freakin' out cos you have to fight someone prettier. That's the case, right?
But then those monks pulled an abracadabra, so it could be anything. See my predicament?
Shouldn't you be tucked away in your beddy-bye?
Sorry, Buff.
particularly those of canine or serpent construct."
Wait. Here's something. "Tarnis, 12th century."
Mom, I need to be out there...
Listening to Buffy complain about her. Mostly that last one.
Your fate is directly linked to Her Magnificently-Scented Glorificus.
- Well, the bigger they are... - The faster they stomp you into nothing.
- I don't know, I... - ..in the break room.
But being in human form must be severely limiting her powers.
OK. Good.
We can't just let her sit up there all alone.
- It's not real, none of this. They made it. - Dawn...
- About the weird girl that came to the house? - Glory. And no, it's not.
OK, let's see who you are.
You were right.
There are so many things I remember.
- How old am I now? - You're 14, sweetheart. You know that.
Hey, don't I know you?
Is she mad about the whole fire thing?
Sweetheart.
the idea of a bright 14-year-old actually being living energy thousands of years old.
This is a family thing. We should deal with this.
I put the shells on it myself. We picked them off the beach.
the idea of a bright 14-year-old actually being living energy thousands of years old.
I'm not sick!
Who's been using the Urn of Ishtar as an ashtray?
It's time to set old animosities aside.
And say... I'm feeling a little...
If he wakes up, tell your boyfriend to watch his mouth.
Just relax.
Brown-robe types always protect something.
I'm fairly certain I wasn't. I've got one just like it.
This isn't about her. It's about Dawn.