Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In case you're feeling all dust-happy after your incarceration.

There's just so much I haven't done, so much I need to do.

- Xander! - Matthew Broderick did not kill Godzilla.

Hey. Got a spare bed for a wanted fugitive?

(Caleb) Oh, good. There's more of you.

Well, I do now.

Xander, get them outta here. We have to retreat. Do it.

More or less. I pull for the good guys now.

- He's like Angel? - No.

Fashion disasters, yeah, but they're ready to fight.

Should've known it wasn't Blondie. She'd never throw down like that.

We have? I don't think we...

Faith fought on the side of good, terrorising the evil community.

He's with me. He has a soul.

Head filled with so much filth that... ain't no room for words of truth.

Giles, we don't have time. And you're not going into battle.

OK. Set up a perimeter, guard the door. I don't want anything getting in behind us.

Everybody's just full of surprises.

You're certain about this? You don't know what this man has of yours, if anything.

Stop... hitting... me!

I thought you weren't supposed to be doing this any more, making up stories.

He killed a big, dumb lizard that was not the real Godzilla.

Well, I guess you can smoke all you want. The big C not really an issue.

I'm gonna have to take off for a while.

Save the sermon, padre. I heard you have something of mine.

- They brought me here. - They called you.