Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was one date. It wasn't even a date.
Uh, yeah.
- Welcome to Thunderdome. - Two men enter. One man leaves.
Cos if you don't pick up the pace, I'm gonna come up there and drop your ass.
The mystical forces surrounding the chosen line have become irrevocably altered,
(breathes heavily)
It's just... Well, we've been talkin', and... do we have some kind of plan?
I'm with him. Keep the chatter down.
Are you sure about Willow doing the hocus-pocus?
She's cold. Been dead for days.
We know stakes don't kill it, but anything in those ancient myths about what does?
- Get away from them. - Who? Get away from who?
- (Buffy) They're all slayers? - (Giles) Potentials.
OK. There's still a couple of hours of daylight left.
- Annabelle ran. Look where it got her. - Safer in than out.
- Where is the Turok-Han? - Right behind us. Time to split up.
Her is me.
I hate that. You don't even know.
- Eve's dead. - I don't understand.
- I'm sure she's hungry after her travels. - Fair enough. A bit peckish meself.
But I do know it's gonna be just like this. Hard. Painful.
I'm just, uh... uneasy cos Buffy's out.
Run. Everybody run.
Great. So the Slayer who's supposed to protect us let her get killed?
Not one of us is remotely prepared to be activated as the new Chosen One.
It's this end right here. You stick that in the bad guys. Any more questions?
Buffy's not responsible for that.
He went rogue with the Broccolis. They were just treading water, stylistically.
- Or is it just me? - No.
It's because she lives. Again.
- Internal vortex more like. - Fun.
Word from the underground. Another potential arrived the day before yesterday.
I've seen one.
Something's happening.
- Take everyone and find a safe location. - I know a place.
Hey, I need that.