Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go! Before she finds you. Don't ask me how she knows, cos she always knows. Just go.
She "absorbs the energies that bind the human mind into a cohesive whole."
Hey, those are really nice shoes.
It's OK.
No matter how many we kill, they'll keep coming. Wave after wave.
How can she not be real?
Can't hear it. What's the frequency?
She's right. I've thrown everything I've got at her. She just shrugs it off.
She shouldn't have found out like that.
Your sister, the Slayer, has my Key. It's mine, I want it.
- Calm down. - You don't understand, you're a kid.
What do you say we find a nice place off the beaten
Get away from my sister.
Which one's screwing her up more right now, spin the bloody wheel.
All pushing at our reality, trying to find a way in.
I'm guessing it won't be filled with candy and flowers.
No, all we have to worry about right now is she's immortal, invulnerable and insane.
Where is the Key?
I just thought she'd be safer with Big Bad lookin' over her shoulder.
- I don't know, I... - ..in the break room.
Just sayin'. Powerful being, big-energy gal digging the Xan-man.
Which is why there's been an increase in the ranks of the mentally unstable in Sunnydale.
We have to find her. Fast.
It's not Buffy. It's me.
Really?
where you and I can have a long uninterrupted chat?
Is it made out of gold? Maybe we can hock it, split the take.
We need to stay focused to stop Glory.
I changed my mind. I'd rather be at school.
- Bet you can't push me all the way around! - Oh, yes, I can!
Never send a minion to do a god's work.
Before Glory or the Knights of Hack and Slash figure out what...
You don't know that. You don't know anything.
You know it, I know it, she knows it.
Made it human and sent it to you.
- Preachin' to the choir here, baby. - Yeah. Some of my best...
- Then find something heavier to throw. - That might pose some difficulty.
Bet they'd really go for a Little Red Riding Hood like you.
She's not real. We're not her family. We don't even know what she is.
Hey, this doesn't have to be a complete waste of my precious time.
it's been around for a long time?
Well, the last time I caught a peep...
Just find her. Please.
Cool. Can I help?
There's something that you need to know... about Dawn.
Giles, now!
Fine. I'm just gonna go to bed. That way, I won't accidentally get exposed to... words.
Just between me and you,
Thank you.
"The Key is not directly described in any literature, but all research indicates
- Is there anybody I can call? Your sister? - I don't have a sister.
I tell you, there have been a lot of nights I wish she didn't exist either.
We thought you'd get crossbows and killy stuff.
But they'll grow. The Knights of Byzantium are like ants:
It's when we visited Dad that summer in San Diego.
This is extremely suspenseful.
I remember.
No.
- Are not! - Am too.
so they sent the Key to her in human form."
Because I love you. You're my sister.
She's not just a blob of energy. She's also a 14-year-old hormone bomb.
I don't think Buffy would like the black arts bumpin' auras with the littlest Summers.
it was a bright green swirly shimmer.
Yeah. Whatever.
Who's been using the Urn of Ishtar as an ashtray?
Some guys are just cooler, you know?
Why do you care?
- You should've said something. - Will, there...
birthdays without boyfriends. It could be just as much fun.
- Dawn! - That should do it.
- You think she'd raise my allowance? - Don't push it.
You really think He is going to help you?
You're in the bushes hugging a bent box of chocolates, and I'm...
Mom wants to make with the merry tomorrow night, but with everything that's going on...
OK, so we know where Glory's from. What do we know about her?
"Presumably by... Glory."
Come on.
- She wasn't brought in. - Which is a happy thing, right?
"One of the founders of the Monks of the Order of Dagon."
"In the form of a sister."
Hey. We on the case?