Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Rupert. - Ms Calendar.

You and me, Amy.

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

Guess you're not invited.

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

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

# Got the love, got the love

My ass! Put it in!

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

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

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

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

I found it in a quaint little shopgirl.

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

Papers on my desk.

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

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

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

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

But do you think Cordelia will like it?

- What? - Morning, ladies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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