Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She yelled at a teacher. The things she said, Buffy. She's never used language like that.
I'm the one that doesn't exist.
"They obviously did manage to accomplish the taste..."
It's beautiful. Thank you, guys.
Is that why you were playing with Uncle Ben, to get a peek at Glory's unmentionables?
You're gonna be late for school.
I'm not sure. What does it look like?
You were talking to him, not me.
Your point being?
They've got a point. Whatever Glory's planning on opening with the Key,
There's nothing to indicate that here. Just vague references to chaos and destruction.
who she really is.
This is exactly what you need: a 20th-birthday party with presents,
That true? How was school today?
OK. Good.
She deserves to know where she came from. She needs to know, or it will eat away at her.
"They obviously did manage to accomplish the taste..."
Could a fabric be more annoyingly pedestrian?
Since she was seven. I remember too, Will.
Come on, I'm badder than you.
What? Sneaking out to braid hair and watch Teletubbies with your mates?
What else does it say about this Key?
I don't think Buffy would like the black arts bumpin' auras with the littlest Summers.
We have to find a way to stop her.
All number of beasties between here and there.
Dawn!
What's wrong with you?
- Anya, you wanna help me with that thing? - Xander needs help with his thing!
There's no way you could annoy me so much if you weren't.
To what? What is she going to do?
- Buffy! - Get back!
but you still got somethin' I need.
It's here. It's here. It's here.
And those little legs? They wouldn't be much good without one of those.
Oh, no. Oh, God, no. She's coming.
- What's wrong with you? - You're what she's been searching for. Run.
- Is it evil? - Totally.
but the Council has suggested to us that they were interrupted."
There's ice cream and puppy dogs in it for you if you start singin'.
As opposed to the other kind we're always in?
Know what?
I wouldn't want my mother and my sister coming at me from all sides.
Glory.
The link must be severed. Such is the will of God.
Listening to Buffy complain about her. Mostly that last one.
Your fate is directly linked to Her Magnificently-Scented Glorificus.
Girl with a mission, eh? What's the caper?
You're right.
OK, let's see who you are.
Shouldn't you be tucked away in your beddy-bye?
If anything Hell-godishly powerful comes within 100ft of the shop,
It won't stick.
We were talking about sex. You know us - sometimes we like to pretend stuff.
I guess Glory found one. The question is, why?
News flash, blondie.
Where is the Key?
So we figured, less killy, more frilly.
It's Summers blood.
No, you can't!
but you still got somethin' I need.