Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Don't help me. - (Xander) Buff, the sun goes down,

but just so I understand, if a slayer dies...

First time on the gym since

Perhaps this might change your mind. You help us,

- A little chalky. - (Dawn) Guys?

(Buffy) I gotta slay the Neandervamp to get Spike out, but I need the girls to see me do it.

It doesn't work that way. In fact, the younger the better.

There'll be plenty more of those soon enough. We're dropping like flies here.

If we all do our parts, believe it, we'll be the ones left standing.

A knife now, is it?

but I don't think the Slayer can protect us from the First.

- Wing? Your house had wings? - Yeah.

- Those were entrails. - Sorry, perhaps we could skip the nostalgic...

And he has a soul now.

It's OK. We're friendly. And we have eyes.

It was a Turok-Han.

But no. I'm OK. I just...

Well, my watcher once showed me a photograph of one.

Something tells me this vampire doesn't need an invite to get into the house.

- And with what? - With whatever it takes! Right?

Somebody had to share mirror time with a bunch of siblings.

- Um, what's my position? - And don't make a sound.

I mean, I'm too young.

after the sun goes down, of course.

At least, not enough to risk my skin to save your ass.

Since before the universe was born, long after there is nothing else, it will go on.

Whoa, whoa. Next time? You sayin' I'm gonna get attacked again?

Facing my fear. I'm facing my fear.

- (Anya) Why not? - (man) You have the nerve to ask me that?

But never mind my deal. What's your story, Willow? I mean, witchcraft? Wow!