Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Thank you, Amy.

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

What happened? Why are you all scratched up?

Amy turned her into a rat.

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

# Got the love, got the love

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

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

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

Which may sound swell on paper, but...

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

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

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

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

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

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

All Amy wants to do is talk honeymoon plans.

Now every woman in Sunnydale wants me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

We couldn't just start with a coffee?

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

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

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

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