Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Doesn't she look funny? Like a wrinkly old grandpa.
Godlike ears don't miss much, you know what I'm sayin'? Come here.
the guilt, the anger, the crazy-makin' pain,
Actually, I'm looking for you. Here. Again.
Am I wrong? Really, I wanna know.
Call me crazy, but as hard-core drugs go, human emotion is just useless.
- Buffy, what are we doing here? - Don't you like it here?
Last time. From the top.
It's impossible to know for sure.
- I'm so sorry. - They kill mice.
How the hell are we to get to China? Teleport?
Stay very still.
Gone to perform her ritual with Dawn and leaving us entirely clueless.
- I become a god again... - And I disappear.
Is that what you think?
But she will be if you stay locked inside here and never come back to us.
When you're immortal, all this crap you've been carryin' around inside,
I was thinking we should check on Glory's victims while we're here.
It's a bit of a last resort really, but still,
As the Key.
Memories. I'm starting to remember the things Ben did.
Glorificus, wait. Kill the Key now and all will be lost.
Damn it.
or just plain screwing their brains out cos they don't want 'em any more.
to tear down the barrier between every dimension there is.
Trying to make sense of an NT conversation.
We didn't try that.