Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

- What? - Morning, ladies.

Guess you're not invited.

But do you think Cordelia will like it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

# Got the love, got the love

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

I found it in a quaint little shopgirl.

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

Papers on my desk.

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

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

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

You and me, Amy.

- Rupert. - Ms Calendar.

My ass! Put it in!

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