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All Amy wants to do is talk honeymoon plans.

Thank you, Amy.

# Got the love, got the love

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

Which may sound swell on paper, but...

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

Amy turned her into a rat.

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

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

What happened? Why are you all scratched up?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We couldn't just start with a coffee?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now every woman in Sunnydale wants me.