Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You and me, Amy.

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

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

- What? - Morning, ladies.

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

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

My ass! Put it in!

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

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

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

But do you think Cordelia will like it?

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

Papers on my desk.

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

# Got the love, got the love

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

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

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

- Rupert. - Ms Calendar.

I found it in a quaint little shopgirl.

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

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

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

Guess you're not invited.

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

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

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

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