Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've exhausted all the sources I have left with little result.
Squat's not gonna cut it. What about the Turok-Han?
Welcome to the Hellmouth.
- What are we doing down here? - Quieter. Faster.
Last time I tried using magic, the First, it...
- Help. Sure, that's cool, but... - What?
Um... deflector shields. Deflector shields up.
Letting the barrier fail, bringing us here.
The First knows potential slayers are coming here?
(whispers) She... She...
Why are we just finding out about it now?
Right. Well, you are. I mean, you will be... safer... with me around.
There's your stinkin' gateway, Anyanka. Don't let it hit you on the way out.
(Kennedy) We can whine like little wusses, or we can fight.
You don't even have a heart.
Somebody not me. I only got a half-sister and we didn't have to share.
You know, I thought... They told me I'd be safe here.
(Eve) The time has come...
- (Kennedy) It's a good word. - (Vi) Give up. Can we do that?
Here endeth the lesson.
All right, retrieving a potential. Let's do it!
Poor Spike.
But I don't believe in that.
Like this'll do any good. I mean, what's the point?
but now there's just a handful, and they're all on their way to Sunnydale.
OK, so not for now, but also there was planning.
Another interesting thing: how come the Slayer's always a girl?
I'm sorry, Spike.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
- So, show me a trick. - A trick?
Beljoxa's Eye. It's an oracle-type creature that exists in a dark dimension.
One after the other.
Do you wanna play Kevin Bacon?
Just my personal opinion,