Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You wanna kill her? - We have to do something.
I can feel it, still warm and wet.
- The portal shall open... - And the great Glorificus shall return...
- But... - Get out.
- She's got Dawn. - Right.
- How've you been? - Death is your gift.
But I didn't.
it all just melts away like ice cream.
Nothing special about it. And then it hit me.
Gonna bleed you either way.
Not entirely.
As you'll tell me again when we're older and in chem class.
The Key.
- I got Dawn killed. - Hello. Your sister, not dead yet.
Buffy, I've read these things very carefully, and there's not much margin for error.
OK, first thought, just totally spontaneous, unfiltered, off the top of my head...
Yeah. I do. Ben's Glory and Glory's Ben. It's like this fog's lifted.
And you wouldn't be doing that if you weren't trying to show me something.
Now. Do we suspect that there may be some kind of connection between Ben and Glory?
Who's not crazy? Look around.
It only hurts while I answer pointless questions. Where's Buffy?
Do you ever stop talking? I don't know which is worse,
You should try again, Will.
Actually, I'm looking for you.
It's a big day for me.
It is your last night.
Not in the mood. What do you think that's about?
No, I'm not hungry.
This Glorificus, if it is her, she's big city.
Glory.
Buffy, you have to get up. Buffy, please.
- What? - Don't call me Dawnie.
- Maybe I'm just hungry. - Yes, we shall fetch a lovely...