Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Which may sound swell on paper, but...

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

All Amy wants to do is talk honeymoon plans.

Now every woman in Sunnydale wants me.

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

Amy turned her into a rat.

Thank you, Amy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

# Got the love, got the love

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

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

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

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

We couldn't just start with a coffee?

What happened? Why are you all scratched up?

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

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

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