Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Guilty. That's it.

Alright. Ben. Dory. He's a doctor, she's a fish

I must anoint the Key.

- AKA Ben. - ..has gone missing.

Now don't turn me into a horned toad for asking, but what if we come across Ben?

I am so large with not knowing.

- Who's for gettin' the hell out? - All in favour. Let's do it.

So, if you two wanna fight, you do it after the world ends, OK?

- Buffy. - How is he? Will?

and all I see is six billion lunatics looking for the fastest ride out.

Quickly. Already we're behind schedule.

- You understand what I'm saying? - Might help if you actually said it.

- Rise and shine, love. - Spike.

It's always open.

Gosh. What do you wanna get mixed up with her for?

Cos I look at this world you're so eager to be a part of,

And what if I can't?

He's stabilised, but there's a lot of damage. We need to get him out.

How do they function in the world with all this bile running through them?

- Then you, Hell bitch, have nowhere left... - To go.

- I'll help Buffy. - OK, then.

It only hurts while I answer pointless questions.