Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Demons in the woods? Time going wonky? They won't believe you.
We stick to the plan.
The way they would look at me. I just couldn't...
I have to go to the police.
- No. - If we go to the police now...
Why do I let Spike do those things to me?
Everything Mom was.
- So that's why time went all "David Lynch"? - Right.
Maybe a spell. Can you teleport it outta here?
Shifting you out of... from where you were,
- Is this what you saw? - Yeah, that's it.
What did you do, Buffy? What did you do, Buffy?
- Excuse me. I need to... - I'll be with you in a sec.
- Is there singing? Are we singing again? - No. Just the dancin'.
Do you even like me?
She was probably dead long before you stumbled across her.
But don't worry. You can play with her all you want.
Can you walk? Are you hurt?
- Come share in the joy of our groove thing. - And despite that, I succumb to the beat.
I don't know.
What? We don't have a thing. We have this.
You always hurt the one you love, pet.
OK. Does that line usually wor...?
Well, I ate a decorator once.
Well, I haven't seen her since last night. She's not around much these days.
Cute?
We're on the lam. It's not like we have a choice.
Tara. What are you doing here?
OK. So I've made a few mistakes.
The wind-up slut you tinkered together?
Buffy.
localised temporal disturbance.
- There's a monkey problem? - Only if you don't stretch first.
Bloody hell. What'd you do that for?
- I'll show them. - Show them what?
- Again. - I love you, Master.