Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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