Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hear that, fear? I'm facing you.

Well, when the Slayer dies.

There's more of them now.

Terrified. Meat for the beast, and there's nothin' they can do but wait.

- I don't plan to. - The Slayer's not getting it done.

- None of us did. - It could still be here. It could be one of us.

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

Honestly, you staked that thing, and it didn't die.

I have a right to defend myself.

Willow and me and Xander and Tara.

- It's the hair, right? Not attractive? - Come on.

Having nightmares about monsters that can't be killed.

I have got my ear to the ground, and... that's the word.

Try and make him feel welcome before he rips y'all to pieces.

Never too late. It could be anyone. Especially since there are so few of us left.

Giles, with that thing guarding the entrance to the First's crib, how will Buffy get to Spike?

It won't be me. I mean, not now.

- Hey, Rona. - Hey, Rona.

Come on, Torg, that was a lifetime ago.

Waiting for one to be called. There were many more like them all over the world,

"You may be silent, but this'll shut you up."

(all talk at once)