Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is everyone here very stoned?

You have to talk to me.

Ben. Glory. He's a doctor, she's the Beast.

That actually hurt, you prepubescent puke.

- Pretty trippy stuff. - It's extraordinarily advanced.

You probably think I won't waste any precious blood of yours till tonight.

Yes, Buffy, you can take care of her.

I'm just a little tight in this skin, is all.

And anyone who sees it instantly forgets.

It's what I do. I mean, come on. You've known me for how long?

No, you don't. Get over yourself, Ben.

I don't know. What do you think?

You fit in a lock. Well, it's like a lock.

- Why? - I wanted it over.

I'd like to help, but I'm a small-town guy.

And Spike, you find Glory. Check her apartment, see if she's still there.

Once the Key is activated, the walls separating realities will crumble.

What can I do for you boys? Want some cocoa?

- Stick around, chica. - I won't let you hurt her, Glory.

Cos we found out your blood is the key to the Key.

So knock yourself out, girlfriend. Make me feel bad as you can.

And I imagined what a relief it would be.

Where are you going?

Wonderful. But not why we're here. Hell-god type. Name of Glory...

- In mercy does your power lie? - No, brainless.

I'm gonna take 'em and mash 'em back down where they belong, OK?

This body? It's just a rental, Dawnie.

- I'm hating this, Murk. - This would be what exactly, Your Holiness?

And it all comes down to tonight.

You won't any way you slice it. That's for Buffy to decide.

than any of you scabs can even dream about.

How'd things work out with her mom? Changed her mind, didn't she?

But no. Not magic. It's something else.

Really, don't. Go.

You want a pizza?