Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fight, you mean. How are we supposed to do that?

What you fought was a vampire, but it was something more.

OK, we tried. Let's go, Giles.

I meant why are we all botherin'?

They're a community now? What's next, a Ladies' Auxiliary?

for all good children to say... good night.

Take 'em all, except for her.

It cannot be fought, it cannot be killed.

They don't want in. They're here to make sure we don't get out.

- I just thought it beared repeating. - (potential slayers all talk at once)

- Grab Xander. - (Willow) Xander.

Althenea, hi! How's the coven? Oh, I miss you guys.

I promise, soon it'll all be...

I don't know, Buffy.

You're... you're just a bloody figment, you are.

I mean, I've never seen a real vampire in my whole life, much less a slayed one.

- And you're the real Slayer. - What chance do we have?

- That doesn't make any sense. - Like any of this does.

Please, you're human.

Our summer home in the Hamptons didn't have any at all. Well, one, actually.

- One of us... - Gets activated. Uh-huh.

- Sorry, no, no. Carry on. - OK, Torg, look.

There's no reason to think Beljoxa's Eye will have the answers we're looking for.

Don't mock this.

Meanwhile, she's the one that goes scamperin' off,

(Willow) I get it, but this isn't the best venue for a smackdown.

- (Dawn) So we shouldn't try? - (Rona) That word again.