Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Buffy, my bud, you would not believe... - Can't talk right now. Angel.

- I figure I can melt it down, sell it for fillings. - You're pathetic.

She's getting good at that. I should probably start worrying.

- There might just be hope for you yet. - Tell that to Cordelia.

- If... - Just go. Get out of my sight.

- Throwing myself at your mercy. - What? Why?

..if you need to borrow my Midol, just ask.

- What? - Morning, ladies.

Papers on my desk.

..was all that sustained me. But not now.

Only a sick pup would let Xander get away, no matter what her friends said.

# Now, there's much more than a ghost of a chance

# Got the love, got the love

Why don't you run upstairs and grab some bandages out of the bathroom?

Don't leave the library. I'll find Amy and see if we can put a stop to this thing.

My ass! Put it in!

- Rupert. - Ms Calendar.

Don't flatter yourself. I'm not gonna make a big scene. I just want the necklace back.

But do you think Cordelia will like it?

I found it in a quaint little shopgirl.

I wanted to do something special for Buffy. Actually, to Buffy. But this is so much better.

Guess you're not invited.

Um, "Valentine's Day. Angel nails a puppy to the..."

It's new territory for me. My valentines are usually met with heartfelt restraining orders.

I remember coming on to you. I remember begging you to undress me.

You and me, Amy.

I'm not going anywhere until you change her back.

If you harm one hair on this boy's head...