Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He is not the only person that can die.

She messed us up bad.

Oh! Poor Buffy's brain.

But I can't. Remember?

I'm not giving you a choice.

Are you gonna be OK? Cos I should really go check on my mom.

Occipital. The lobe in the back of your brain.

I don't know. You've been studying really a lot.

I taught you teeny Tinkerbell light.

Whatever. You know, it takes a lot to wear me out.

..tried to make Castro go crazy by putting itching powder in his beard.

- Harmony, is it a sodding breadbox? - Yes! Oh, my God!

You guys, enough! OK, Riley is in real danger here.

Well, wouldn't you?

Your last boyfriend wasn't exactly a civilian.

You know Walsh pumped all those chemicals and crap into us. You got more than anyone.

- You need a proper space to train, so... - I love it.

- You think I'd pull something on you? - I don't know what orders you're following.

I feel silly lying here like a lump.

Then... that is you.

- I'm not the one running away. - Not yet.

I tried! It was all hard and stuff!

You're my only hope.

We'll split up. Graham, get on the horn, or the pipe, or whatever you guys get on.

I had an associate who knows those caves like the back of his melanin-deprived hand.

Buffy, I swear I was just thinking of you. I wanted to tell you the great news.

I care about you, Xander.

You know, this doesn't even hurt.