Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, once, twice. A kissy here, a kissy there.

We couldn't just start with a coffee?

Here. It's a good thing we broke up. Now I don't have to pretend I like it.

- There he is! He's mine! - Get off!

I just hate to think of you solo on Valentine's Day.

He doesn't have to say. I know what his heart wants.

He's thinking of asking me to the pledge dance.

All Amy wants to do is talk honeymoon plans.

Amy turned her into a rat.

And maybe that's all we have here - tawdry, teen lust.

..cos all you ever gave me was that Smallmart-looking thing.

There's just two other girls he's gonna ask first, and if they refuse, then... Watch it!

Clearly the fact I please you visually has got us off on the wrong foot.

# Got the love, got the love

- Like what? - No... no need to go into details.

What happened? Why are you all scratched up?

Oh, just go home. Lock yourself away. You're only going to cause more problems here.

Rupert, I know you're angry at me, and I don't blame you, but I am not just gonna go away.

Goddess of creatures great and small, I conjure thee to withdraw.

Thank you, Amy.

Which may sound swell on paper, but...

You guys goin' to the Valentine's Day dance at the Bronze?

Oh, that reminds me. Did you see Jennifer's backpack?

Buff, for the love of God, don't open that raincoat.

It's funny how you can see a person every day and...

Actually, not just now. Erm, I have a matter to discuss with... with Buffy.

- What? I thought it was a gift. - Last night it was. Today it's scrap metal.

- Will. Come on, you don't wanna hurt me. - Oh, no?

Now every woman in Sunnydale wants me.

So I made her put the love whammy on Cordy, but it backfired.

Whoa! Whoa! Back up. Who said anything about eternity?