Ow!
WWes
What happened?
The mail guy threw me.
What?!
Number 5?! [smiling] He did this? Isn't he like 100 years old?
“The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco” · Season 5
In this episode: Spike (4), Puppet Angel (3), Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (2), Charles Gunn (2), Fred (2), Lorne (2), Wes (1)
Hey! Fred! Did ya hear? Angel attacked the old mail guy.
What?!
FFred
Not Number 5? You didn't hurt him?
No. I -- he attacked me.
We should find him.
Absolutely. Wanna buy him a pint. Bloody made my day.
Hey, professional opinion. Sexy soccer mama or brainy beauty? You're an aging sexpot celebrating a decade of turning twenty-nine. You got two little rugrats who aren't that little, a husband who thinks the extras trailer's a buffet table and gravity ain't doing you any favors. So "Happy Birthday, sexy mama" or ...Fred! Fred, sweetie, you're sort of like a woman.
FFred
That's not a compliment.
Well, more so than El Cid here. I need some insight. You're an aging...
FFred
I heard. Don't mention her birthday, don't send a card, send a big bunch of flowers just because she's special and pefect and eternally bladi bla.
Staring me right in the face. Genius
FFred
And I'm a lot like a woman.
You're all woman. You're every woman. You're Wonder Woman!
FFred
Damn straight.
Holy tornado, it's true!
Yeah, it was amazing! Angel went right off on the mail guy.
Oh this must've been one major smackdown!
There was no smacking!
That's not the hubbub I'm hearing, honey buns. Word on the web has you sucker punching Grandpa Moses.
The web?
Don't sweat it, sweetie pie. I've got my flack-catcher spinnin' this into PR gold. And once the word spreads that you beat up an innocent old man, the truly terrible will think twice before goin' toe to toe with our Avenging Angel.
Yes. The geriatric community will be soilin' their nappies when they hear you're on the case. Bravo!
Still not sure why Blondie Ghost tagged along.
Not much choice really, is there? Can't drink, smoke, diddle my willy. Doesn't leave much to do other than watch you blokes stumble around playing Agatha Christie.
Yeah, remind me again how you ended up in the front seat.
Called shotgun, mate.
Oh. [pulls up a shotgun] I thought we were doing a weapons check.
Nothing wrong with that. [pulls up an axe] We may need these bad boys if we're going up against some Mexican Day of the Dead heart-sucking monster.
Angel, the church we're looking for is about half a mile... [Angel suddenly spins the car around in a 180]
Always was a bit of a drama queen.
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