Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Unless somebody up there likes you.

- Help me. - How?

Baby, baby Ben. Why do you worry so much?

She can't just be braindead.

Reality as we know it will be destroyed and...

- Buffy, what are you doing here? - I like it here.

Still, it is you doing this.

There's some pills in my knapsack. Half of one every two hours keeps her pretty mellow.

- What? - What?

- "With" in what sense? - They're working together?

All right, you're right. It's cool.

So, Ben and Glory are the same person?

I'm just a little emotional right now which, if you're into irony, funny.

- You nervous? - Yes.

And when she returns, then you're gonna see somethin'.

I'm not supposed to feel anything. I'm a god.

I came... He came to see you, didn't he?

Wait. Ben? At Glory's? You're saying all this time he's been subletting from her?

Nothing comes without a price. This is yours.

Ben. The human meat sack who's infecting me.

Cos tomorrow you bleed, little girl.

The portal will only close once the blood is stopped.

You're right. But I know a thousand ways to hurt you that won't spill a drop.

Do you believe, with all I know, that you can trick me?

- What have we got? - Something worth dying for.

Being something else, that's what we are.

No. Buffy, leave Dawn alone. What is this?

Glory plans to open a dimensional portal by way of a ritual blood-letting.

- Witch? - Tara.

Give up the girl, I could like you a lot.

- Hello. - Mommy, Daddy.

- You sure you know what you're doing? - I think so.

I don't know what you're talking about. Excuse me.