Angel: I saw you before you became the Slayer.
Angel: I watched you, and I saw you called. It was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked down the steps… and…and I loved you.
Angel: ‘Cause I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see. And I worried that it would be bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life I wanted to keep it safe… to warm it with my own.
Buffy: That’s beautiful. Or taken literally, incredibly gross.
Angel: I was just thinking that, too.
The cold cut at the end of this wonderful song by Anya kills me every. single. time.
Mister Xander Harris that’s what he is to the world outside,
that’s the name he carries with pride.
I’m just lately Anya not very much to the world I know,
all these years with nothing to show.
I’ve boned a troll, I’ve reeked some wrath but on the whole I’ve had no path
I like to bowl I’m good with math
but who am I,
now I reply that,
I’m the Mrs., I will be his Mrs.
Mrs. Anya Christina Emanuela Jenkins Harris.
What’s the point of loving, I mean exept for the sweaty part,
what’s the point of losing your heart.
Maybe if your lucky, being a pair make’s you twice as tall,
maybe you’re not losing at all.
No need to cover up my heart, plus I’ll see above re: sweaty part.
So maybe your love is pretty smart then so I’m,
I found my guy
And I’ll be Mrs., I will be his Mrs.
Mrs. Anya lame ass made up maiden name-Harris
We’ll never part not if we can and if we start then here’s my plan
I’ll show him what bliss is, welcome him with kisses
'cause this is a Mrs. who misses her man
He’s my Xander and he’s awfully swell , it make’s financial sense as well,
although he can be, I’ll never tell
just stand aside, here comes the bride.
I’ll be Mrs., I will be his Mrs.
I will be…….
I wanted to post the clip, but copyright monsters will eat me.