Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Death is your gift.

You know, you recapture your godhood and unleash Armageddon,

Why do we remain when our moment of triumph lies so close-at-hand?

But I have to get out of here.

- Killing Dawn. - Why?

- And then he was me, you remember? - Yes.

I'm crazy? Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind.

Yeah. I keep hearing that, but I'm not exactly sure what it means.

I can't just sit watching. You waste time with kid gloves.

She slaughtered hundreds of men. But I can feel them breaking.

And I know you didn't ask for this, but you do it every day.

Don't make this harder than it already is. I'm sorry, I got no choice. It's you or me.

- Do you like dolls? - No.

- You're back. - Hi, Buffy.

I said, leave her alone.

- You really think I'll just let that happen? - Benjamin, what are you doing?

- Please. - Is everything all right?

We got company.

- Did you know that Ben is Glory? - So I'm told. What do we know?

I get it. That's very crafty. Glory's worked the kind of mojo

My gift. This is what I do.

You can't know that.

This is... All of this... It's too much for me.

I was off by some fraction of a second.

Losing Dawn, after all that Buffy's been through...

- Buffy. You have to stop doing this. - Doing what?

You've carried the weight of the world on your shoulders since high school.

- I'm sorry. - Not the point.

I've been waiting an eternity... well, 25 human years.

You do remember?

Is everyone here very stoned?

I'm going home no matter what you do.

Can't kill the girl.