[to Angel, in the middle of talking about something else]
And wow, you look half dead. Which, for someone who's completely dead, would be kind of neat.
S1Somnambulist
You've got to make it tight.
Aghh, like I need instructions from you. My glamorous L.A. life--I get to make the coffee and chain the boss to the bed! I gotta join a union.
Cordelia, I, I think that's tight enough.
And if it turns out that we're back on the liquid lunch? Better safe than cocktails.
[Wesley has just shown Cordelia a news clipping about a murdered girl.]
I think you'd better sit down. While executing my duties as Watcher in Sunnydale, I did extensive research, specifically on Angel, given his uncomfortable proximity to the Slayer.
He looked pretty comfortable to me.
When I saw this story today, it rang chillingly familiar. So, I reacquainted myself with certain facts, confirming, I'm sorry to say, my grim suspicions. In the late 1700s, it was Angelus' custom to sign his victims by carving a Christian cross into their left cheek. He liked to let people know he'd been there.
Okay. You get to leave now. You're not going to come in here and accuse Angel like this.
Cordelia...
No! I don't care how many files you have about all the horrible things he did back in the powdered-wig days! He is good now. And he is my friend, and nothing you or anyone else can say will make me turn on a friend!
Cordelia, he's right.
[to Wes] You stake him and I'll cut his head off.
I have no memory of doing any of these things.
ah, not exactly the confidence-inspiring denial I was looking for.
I've been having dreams.
Dreams?
Killing dreams. Always the same, I - I stalk them, toy with them, mark them while they're still alive. And before they can die from the fear I feed on them.
Okay, so you've been having nightmares. It doesn't mean you-
They're not nightmares. I've enjoyed them.
Oh...
You're telling me children's stories.
I'm telling you the truth.
No. I don't believe you.
I know you don't. Even after what you saw, you won't let yourself. Which is why you'll lose.
I've heard enough.
No, you haven't heard a word. [Angel grips Kate's cross pendant in his fist, letting her hear the sizzle and smell the smoke.] And you won't. Not now, not yet. Because there are some things in this world you're just not ready to face.
Hi. Can I come in?
Oh, that's right. You have to be invited in, don't you?
[pause] You've been doing your homework.
Want to quiz me? I'm just full of fun facts. For instance, I learned that your friend has been in L.A. before, did you know that? Yeah, at least twice. Once in 1929 and again in 1963. Oh, and there was something in Boston in 1908, I think he was there, too.
So you believe me.
Yes, I believe you...
Good, because he's planning something el...
...Angelus. Isn't that what he called you? Angelus? I looked it up, it's all right there. The demon with the face of an angel. A particularly brutal bastard, by all accounts. Oh, and no, you can't come in.
I can't make up for the past, Kate, I know that...
No, you can't. In fact, all of this? What's happening now? Is because of you. You made him, didn't you?
Then let me help end it. Please.
'Please.' Now there's a word I imagine you heard quite a lot in your time. 'Please.' 'No.' 'Don't.' Thanks for the offer, but I don't need your help. I know what to do. Drive a stake right through the son of a bitch's heart. And when that happens, I suggest you don't be there, because the next time we meet, I'll do the same to you.
S1Expecting
Hello. I was just in the neighborhood, patrolling with my new Bavarian fighting axe when I suddenly thought, "Perhaps Cordelia has had a vision." Perhaps you need my help in the battle against evil.
We seem to be evil-free at the moment.
I also packed along a Word Puzzle 3-D, if either of you has the nerve to take me on.
Gee, Wesley, I'd love to... but unlike you, I'm not in my eighties quite yet.
If shaking your booty at the latest trendy hot spot is your idea of a life, then call me... [Cordy's gorgeous friends Serena and Emily enter] ...sick with envy.
SSerena
[to Wesley] Hi. I'm Serena. Nice ax.
Oh, no, this old thing? [accidentally embeds weapon in wall]
So, you're seeing someone? How come I haven't met him?
'Cause I'm ashamed of you, not to mention how you'd embarrass me by giving him the third degree.
EEmily
Your boss could give me the third degree anytime.
Oh, um... so... [collapses and convulses; Angel and Wesley try to distract Serena and Emily so they won't notice Cordelia having vision]
[pushes some mail off desk] Um, uh, Cordelia! Grab that file.
[bending to pick up mail] Don't worry. Heh Heh. Whoopsie! [straightens up]
Lounge La Brea. Sounds like that could be an evening with all sorts of evening type... I heard the bands there are...
SSerena
They don't have bands.
Which I like, 'cause if it's too loud...
EEmily
Wanna come?
Oh, I think I may be busy. [flash of Cordelia's vision] Besides, um, I don't, um, lounge... all that well.
[loud laugh] Good one. Oh, yes, no. He's no lounger, this one. [throws arm across Angel's shoulders] Hmm-mmm.
SSerena
[aside to Emily] The good ones are always gay. Cor, tick-tock. [Cordelia shakily stands]
[asking about her vision] So, that client I'm supposed to be meeting tonight... What's he like again?
Like a big baby hatching from a big egg, with really large hands, in need of a manicure. You're meeting him here. [writes down address, then moves toward door with girls]
Okay. Are my girls ready to party?
[Cordelia wakes up hugely pregnant, with Wilson nowhere to be found.]
Have you talked to Wilson?
No. What would I say to him? "I had a really nice time, I think you left something at my place"?
BBartender
[after being interrogated by Angel] What are you, her boyfriend?
No, I'm family.
I really don't like it when people shoot me.
[Angel and Wesley walk in on Cordelia drinking a cup of blood.]
I don't think I've ever realised just how disgusting that was.
S1She
[Angel dutifully attends Cordelia's party.]
Hi! You having fun?
Sure. This is... um...
Your idea of hell.
Actually, in hell you tend to know a lot of the people.
[Angel escapes into Cordelia's kitchen.]
DDennis
[pulls out chair]
Hi, Dennis. [sits] How you doing?
DDennis
[moves beverage from ice bucket to tabletop]
Still dead?
DDennis
[pops open can, slides it over]
[sips] I know the feeling.
LLaura
So with my Masters degree in Fine Arts, I was able to launch my very own business – selling sandwiches downtown from a little cart.
Huh.
LLaura
Yeah. I-I do see a lot of stuff on the job. – So I tell myself that I'm honing my eye.
Angel [smiling]: Makes sense.
[A different song comes on and Laura sets down her drink.]
Laura [starting to make dance moves and wearing a big smile]: Oh, I *love* this. (Angel looks around) Would you - like to dance?
[Camera zooms in on Angel's eye. Flash to white, then to Angel doing some exaggerated wild dancing and making faces while Laura is staring at him with her mouth hanging open. Flash back to white and to Angel's face.]
I don't dance.
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