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And keep your mom-aged mitts off my boyfriend.
Me? I'll... I'll be fine.
- Where's Buffy? - Cordy, get outta here!
I seem to be having a slight case of nudity here.
Alone at last.
Right.
And you know what? I'll date whoever the hell I wanna date.
- Sorry, my mistake. - Yeah, I should say so.
# Cos you got to stay mine
- Better than everyone trying to murder you. - Mostly, but, uh...
# Unless you've seen those tears
- I think we've all grown. I gotta go. - We don't have to cast any spells.
Get off me!
You know what you did. Xander is wounded because of you.
..well, erm, brutal displays of... he would think of it as affection, I suppose.
Goddess Hecate, to you I pray...
I don't wanna know. I don't have a puppy. Skip it.
I mean, I care far too much about you to...
No matter how lame he is.
Fuck my ass now Put it in
He's mine.
Would lap dancing enter into that scenario at all? Cos I find that very comforting.
Me? I'm not the one who embraced the black arts just to get the girls to like me.
- You have no idea what I'm going through. - I know it's not love!
Bad break-up, huh?
# You can never understand me
You mean the spell was for me?
It's beautiful.
Not like this.
- Really? - Yeah. We can comfort each other.
- The one with the 35OSLO? - The very one.