Man: You try our patience. What is done:'
Angel: 'Can not be undone, you keep saying that. But I need Doyle. You can fold time, you've done it before. Bring him back.'
Woman: 'To what end? To nullify his noble death? To leave his atonement unfulfilled?'
Angel: 'If it means he lives.'
Man: 'He doesn't so that you may.'
Woman: 'You do so that others will.'
Angel: 'He's my friend.'
Woman: 'If that is so, then so shall it ever be.'
Man: 'But it is of no consequence.'
Woman: 'The war rages on.'
Man: 'Do not come to us again on so self serving a matter.'
Angel: 'There is one consequence, even by your generous standards: Doyle was my sole contact to the Powers That Be. Without his visions - I'm fighting blind.'
Woman: 'All will soon be made clear. For every door that closes, another opens.'
Man: 'And for everyone that opens:'
Angel: 'What are you looking for?'
Cordy: 'Nothing. - Doyle's special coffee mug.'
Angel: 'Doyle didn't have a special mug.'
Cordy: 'Don't you think he should have? I don't know, I guess I thought it would make me feel better if I could hold something tangible that he left behind.
Some evidence he was here?
But there is nothing. Almost like - like he never:'
Angel: 'Cordelia, get out.'
Angel: 'I-I mean, of the office. Take the day off. Go live your life a little bit. I can manage here.'
Cordy: ' Don't think I don't know what you're doing, Angel.'
Angel: 'What am I doing?'
Cordy: 'You're trying to push me away, close yourself off.'
Angel: 'That's not what:'
Cordy: 'Well, I got news for you, broody boy. We're all we've got now.
You may not like sharing your grief with others, but that's the normal, healthy way people deal with loss.
I'm not going anywhere, so get used to it.
I'm staying right here!
Oops! Got to go.
Commercial audition. If it wasn't a national I'd blow it off.'
Angel: 'Well, if you don't feel up to it then don't go. Stay here.'
Cordy: 'Reverse psychology, very cute, don't worry. I'm going.'
Angel: 'I'm not:'
Cordy: 'But don't get any ideas. I'm coming back!'
Barney: 'You scared the heck out of me!'
Cordy: 'I scared you? Look in the mirror lately?'
Barney: 'Every chance I get! You're him - right? You're the guy, the - the - the vampire with a soul?'
Angel: 'I'm Angel.'
Barney: 'Yeah. You got to help me! Please. I-I mean that's what you do, right?
You: You help the helpless? You protect the, what do you call them? The, the - helpless?'
Angel: 'Something like that.'
Cordy: 'You want me to stay?'
Angel: 'It's okay'
Barney: 'Break a leg.'
Cordy: 'Excuse me?'
Barney: 'I'm sensing a little performance anxiety here. Little trick, picture everybody:'
Cordy: 'In their underwear.'
Barney: 'I was going to say dead, but hey, if that underwear thing works for you:'
Angel: 'So what's the problem?'
Barney: 'Call me Barney. First off you should know right away before there is any misunderstanding: I'm a demon.'
Angel: 'I appreciate the candor.'
Barney: 'Secondly, I just realized it's 3:45 in the afternoon. If you're a vampire, why aren't you in your coffin?'
Angel: 'Coffin. I hate that stereotype. You're a demon and you don't know anything about vampires?'
Barney: 'Only what I've learned from TV.'
Angel: 'Vampires don't sleep in coffins. It's a misconception made popular by hack writers and ignorant media.
In fact you know, we can and do move around during the day, as long as we avoid direct sunlight. Got it?'
Barney: 'Got it. Sorry. I didn't want to push any sore spots.'
Man: 'Okay. Let's try this whenever you're ready.'
2. Man: 'Just look at the wine stain on my shirt! I can't meet your folks looking like this!'
Cordy: 'Don't worry honey, it's no problem with extra strength stain-be-gone.'
2. Man: 'Extra strength stain-be-gone?'
Cordy: 'Yup. Now stain-be-gone is more effective at melting away stubborn blood - wine - even grass stains.
See, just spray it on - and rub it in and in minutes the stain is gone
It's completely gone.'
Man: 'Okay, that was:'
2. Man: 'Good. That was good. Good.'
Woman: 'Very nice.'
Man: 'But I think what we're going for here is more of a:'
Man: 'Yeah, happy. More of an up feeling that the stain is gone.'
2. Man: 'Yeah, because obviously stains are, you know:'
Woman: 'Not good.'
2. Man: 'Yeah. Right.'
Cordy: 'I'm sorry.'
Man: 'It's an interesting choice.'
'Let's try it again. Let's go from:'
2. Man: 'Stain-be gone is more effective.'
Cordy: 'Now stain-be-go-ugh! is - more - effective grass stains!'
Man: 'Okay. Nice adjustment.'
2. Man: 'Nice.'
Woman: 'Thank you. We"ll let you know.
Angel: 'Who's hunting you?'
Barney: 'I don't know. But who ever he is, he's unstoppable. Like a machine. Been on my tail for a few states, ever since Phoenix. Pull out all the stops to shake him - but he keeps on coming.'
Angel: 'What makes you think he means you harm?'
Barney: 'I don't think he's tracking me down to tell me that I've won the Publishers' Clearing House. He's an assassin.'
Angel: 'Is he a demon?'
Barney: 'He could be. He knows all the haunts and hangouts. It seems wherever I go he's just a step or two behind. You know, it's a miracle that I've eluded him this long.'
Angel: 'Why you?'
Barney: 'What do you mean?'
Angel: 'Who are you?'
Barney: 'That's what I'm saying. I'm nothing. I'm a nobody. I'm just a guy trying to get by in this world. No different from anybody else!'
Angel: 'In my experience, when one is being pursued that tenaciously, it's generally because the pursuer has a strong grievance against the pursued.'
Barney: 'Uh, hey, man, I never said I was a Boy Scout. I'm an empath demon. I can read emotions. It gives me a slight advantage at cards. You know, Black Jack, Poker. Ooh, it's also good for the fights.'
Angel: 'So you're a cheat.'
Barney: 'I chose to think of it as going with my strengths. Look, whatever. I'm a demon. I'm evil. But I'm not, you know Evil!'
Angel: 'And you can't think of anyone that's got a beef with you.'
Barney: 'No one! But like my old man always said: you can't please everybody. So you're gonna help me?'
Angel: 'Hi. Everything okay?'
'Mmm - mmp okay, um, Cordelia, that was, uh -You know, I think that you're acting out of grief and you're confusing our friendship with something more:'
Cordy: 'I didn't feel anything. - Did you feel anything?'
Angel: 'No! You see that's what I'm trying to:'
Cordy: 'Urgh! That means I still have it! Damn, I can't believe he did this to me!'
Angel: 'Who did what?'
Cordy: 'Doyle! I thought our kiss meant something, and instead he - he used that moment to pass it on to me! Why couldn't it have been mono or herpes!'
Cordy: 'I didn't ask for this responsibility, unlike some people, who shall remain lifeless!
I don't have anything to atone for.
If they know what's good for them, the PTB better just stay out of my head.'
Angel: 'The Powers That Be. You had a vision.'
Cordy: 'Boy! Howdy. And guess what, you know how they look painful? Well, they feel a whole lot worse!'
Angel: 'Another door opens. You're my link to - the Powers, now.'
Cordy: 'I'm nobody's link to anybody. I lost control of my entire nervous system getting that stupid vision - and I'm not certain, but I think I may have - drooled a little - at the first audition I've had in weeks.'
Angel: 'What was it?'
Cordy: 'Ah, stain-be-gone, it was a national no less. They probably never call me again.'
Angel: 'The vision! What was the vision?'
Cordy: 'Oh. Pfft! Who knows. It was a thing!'
Angel: 'A thing?'
Cordy: 'An ugly, gray, blobby thing. What difference does it make?'
Angel: 'The difference is if you saw it in a vision it could be an ugly, gray, blobby, dangerous thing!'
Cordy: 'I don't care, I want it out of me!
And if kissing is the only way to get rid of it I will smooch every damn frog in this kingdom!'
Barney: 'Oh, sorry. I thought I heard voices.'
Angel: 'Uh, Barney you remember my associate Cor-delia?'
Cordy: 'Maybe not every frog.'
Barney: 'Boy! I got to say I like the way you people treat your clients!'
Cordy: 'Excuse me He's a client?'
Angel: 'Apparently someone or something is after him.'
Cordy: 'That ugly, gray blobby thing?'
Angel: 'You tell me. Try sketching it. In the mean time, Barney would probably feel safer down stairs. Baby-sit him until I get back.'
Cordy: 'Where are you going?'
Angel: 'To check out his apartment. He thinks whatever is chasing him knows where he lives. Hey, and behave yourself. I don't want to find you two necking on the couch when I get back.'
Wesley: 'Hello, Angel.'
Wesley: 'I wager you thought, you'd never see me again.'
Angel: 'To tell you the truth I hadn't given it much thought one way or the other. What are you:'
Wesley: 'Hup-up-up! I'm the one asking the questions here. I think it only fair to warn you, any sudden movement and I'd be forced to: Right. You had a question?'
Angel: 'Interesting look for you. Motorcycle. The Watchers Council trying out a new image?'
Wesley: 'In point of fact I no longer work for the Council. I came to the conclusion that I was of greater value to the cause working autonomously.'
Angel: 'They fired you.'
Wesley: 'Hardly. With Buffy unwilling to follow Council orders there was simply no opportunity to function as Watcher. And that's why I became a rouge demon hunter.'
Angel: 'You're a demon hunter?'
Wesley: '*Rogue* demon hunter! And I'm on the trail of a particularly nasty bugger right now. So, I suggest you stay out of my way.'
Angel: 'Easy, tiger. I think you might be making a mistake. If we're talking about the same demon here, he seems pretty harmless to me.'
Wesley: 'He's left a trail of corpses, human and demon, all mutilated.'
Wesley: 'Each of the victims possessed some unique power - telepathy, poison tongues, healing hands.
Whatever the physical source of their power it was ripped, gouged, torn from their corpses.'
Angel: 'He's collecting powers.'
Wesley: 'For what purpose I can only guess. The fiend has cut a swath across half the continent. I almost caught up with it in Phoenix. Got a pretty fair look, too.'
Angel: 'Kind of short, ruddy complexion?'
Wesley: 'Short? No, on the contrary, quite enormous - and powerful. More of a yellow-green. And it seems lately to be secreting some sort of viscous, yellow fluid.'
Angel: 'Like that?'
Barney: 'I hear that drawing can be very therapeutic during the grieving period.'
Barney: 'I'm - I'm sorry. I couldn't help sensing your pain. You lost someone close to you, didn't you?'
Cordy: 'Angel told you?'
Barney: No, I'm empathic. I feel your feelings when you feel them. It's a gift my kind is blessed with.'
Cordy: 'Really. Well, my kind thinks that some things are private.
So maybe you shouldn't be nosing around other peoples feelings without asking them.'
Barney: 'You're right. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to make conversation.'
Cordy: 'Wait. Barney, I'm sorry. I'm just going through a difficult time right now. I'm just - uhm:'
Barney: 'Missing your friend. Why don't you tell me about him?'
Cordy: 'Doyle? Well, he drank too much and his taste in clothing was like a Greek tragedy. And he could be really sweet sometimes. You'll like this: he was half demon.
A secret he kept from me for - like- ever.
I guess that's the reason he sometimes smelled weird? You know, you remind me a little of him.'
Barney: 'I take that as a compliment.'
Angel: 'Look, Barney:'
Barney: 'That's the guy that's after me!'
Angel: 'It's okay! The books are over there.'
Wesley: 'Good Lord. Cordelia? Angel never mentioned: Well, this is nice
Cordy: 'It didn't work!'
Wesley: 'No? Hmm. I thought it went considerably better than last time.'
Cordy: 'No, it was just a kind of experiment. I was trying to: Wesley? What are you doing here? Are you working with Angel?'
Wesley: 'A lone wolf, such as myself, never works with anyone. I'm merely allowing Angel to assist me.'
Cordy: 'Oh, wow.'
Wesley: 'I'm a rogue demon hunter now.'
Cordy: 'Oh, wow. - What's a rogue demon?'
Barney: 'So what you're telling me is that all this time your friend wasn't hunting me, he was hunting something else that was hunting me?'
Angel: 'That's about the size of it.'
Barney: 'And that something else was after me because:'
Angel: 'It wants to steal your empathic ability.'
Cordy: 'The feeling feelings thing? What kind of demon would do that to another demon?'
Wesley: 'A Kungai.'
Barney: 'A Kungai?'
Wesley: 'The description matches. It's of Asian origin, very deadly. A powerful race of demon's, the Kungai possess a Tak horn, capable of consuming its opponents life force. - We're lucky to have escaped with our lives.'
Barney: 'I know thesе Kungais. They - they're killers. They're relentless. You got to take this thing out before it finds me.'
Angel: 'I'm working on it. I have to find it first.'
Wesley: 'Hang on. It's of Asian origin. Earlier today I tracked it through an Asian district just north of here.'
Cordy: 'That's Koreatown.'
Wesley: 'It's very likely it's hiding there.'
Angel: 'Then that's where I start looking.'
Wesley: 'Don't you mean we?'
Angel: 'I work alone, Wesley.'
Wesley: 'The hell you say. This demon is mine! Angel. I know how to track him. You're not catch him without me by your side.'
Angel: 'I had someone by my side. He's dead now. I won't let that happen again. I *work alone*.'
Wesley: 'You don't even know where to begin to look.'
Angel: 'I have a pretty good idea.'
Wesley : 'Yes. Well. Ahh.'
Cordy: 'Are you alright, Wesley?'
Wesley: 'No. These pants, they tend to chafe one's - legs.'
Soon: 'Kungai? You must be joking, Angel. They scare away the regulars.'
Angel: 'You don't mind if I take a look around, do you, Soon?'
Soon: 'You can't come in here, disturbing our customers like this.'
Angel: 'Forgive me. I respect you have a business to run.'
Soon: 'He's in the back.'
Angel: 'Show me.'
Demon: 'Hey, do you know where they do the Shiatsu massage?'
Barney: 'Hey, that's kind of nice. What is it?'
Cordy: 'I don't know. I don't know! I don't know.'
Barney: 'You're frustrated.'
Cordy: 'That's one spooky talent you got there. You can just look at me grinding my teeth, sighing, grunting and *sense* that I'm frustrated? Amazing!'
Barney: 'It's pretty good at sensing sarcasm, too. Can I help?'
Cordy: 'Not unless you can explain to me why I have to suffer head-splitting migraines, getting visions so vague, they require close captioning.'
Barney: 'What do you mean, um, visions?'
Cordy: 'That friend of mine, Doyle? He used to get these brain flashes. Messages from the PTB. The Powers That Be. Visions of all sorts of stuff: people in trouble, things about to cause trouble, places trouble is happening in.
Barney: 'And you're friend left you with that little inheritance?'
Cordy: 'I'm never going to forgive him for doing this to me.'
Barney: 'What? Choosing you? Trusting you with an enormous responsibility? Believing that you where the only one worthy of such a rare and important gift?'
Cordy: 'Did I mention the drooling?'
Barney: 'I get the impression that Doyle didn't have much by way of possessions?'
Cordy: 'No. No he didn't.'
Barney: 'Seems like he gave you the most valuable thing he had.'
Lady (in Korean): 'He's dying.'
Cordy: 'I hope you like your coffee black, because the only lightener the boss has in his refrigerator is O positive.'
Barney: 'Black is great.'
Hank, it's me. Of course I got the Kungai horn. It's in a safe place.
But listen I think I just found something even better.
Cordy: 'It's kind of strong and a little clumpy. Never could brew the old fashioned way. I'm more the auto-drip girl. Sorry.'
Barney: 'Yes, you are.'
Barney: 'Sorry. Pathetic, really.'
Cordy: 'Well, thanks for that insight, Mr. Emotional Radar.'
Barney: 'How old are you?'
Cordy: 'That is none of your:'
Barney: 'Twenty-something? Hmm? With your head all up in the clouds and your feet in -hmm - shoes you can't afford? All self-absorbed, full of regret. Poor, poor you. Poor little Cordelia with her delusions of an acting career.'
Barney: 'You don't possibly think you'll succeed, do you? You're a terrible actress.'
Cordy: 'You have never seen me. How could you possibly know?'
Barney: 'Because you know. You feel it. Your entire being is whispering it to me right now. Me, on the other hand, you got to admit, I'm a pretty fine actor.
'You don't like to hear the truth. No wonder your friend never told you about his demon half.'
Cordy: 'You don't know anything about me or Doyle.'
Barney: 'I know you let him die.'
Cordy: 'That is not true.'
Barney: 'No. But it feels true, doesn't it? Mixed in with all the pain and the grief, oh, a healthy dollop of guilt.
A nagging thought that - that maybe some how you could have saved him. If only you'd have been nicer to him. If only you'd let your walls down. If only for ONE freaking second you gave a damn about anyone besides yourself.'
Cordy: 'let me:'
Barney: 'Oh, shut up! So, you hate your gift, the visions? You probably would love to rip those pretty little eyes right out of your head.
I know I would.'
Angel: 'I don't know your language.'
Wesley: 'I do. At least I think I recognize the dialect.'
Angel: 'Well, then it's a good thing you happened by.'
Wesley: 'I wouldn't have thought the wound I gave him was fatal.'
Angel: 'It wasn't the arrow. Look at his head. His Tak horn's been broken off.'
Wesley: Not...stick...not...not dying...
...horn. I think he's trying to tell us that his horn was taken.'
Angel: 'We got that. The question is by whom.'
Barney: 'Good, terror! I'm feeling it. You have no idea what a rush it is!
Keep it coming.
Wesley: 'The horn was taken. He said his horn was taken for something, the Klu-(click)-ka. I'm not familiar with that word. Yes. Fish. Fish will die. Not Fish. More. He says more will die.'
Angel: 'Yeah, okay. How? Who'd doing this?'
Wesley: 'No good losing patience. He's dying and I'm not exactly fluent.'
Cordy: 'Wait! Ahh! A vision! I'm having a vision. A demon, a creepy, little - you! It's definitely you! In great, great:'
Barney: 'I really don't want to hurt you. Bruises bring down the price.'
Barney: 'But not by much.'
Wesley: 'Bit to the cherry? Slam the cherry? Oh, no, oh dear. Stop. Stop the demon? Red - heart. Reader.'
'He was trying to describe his killer. Demon, heart, reader.'
Angel: 'Empath demon. Barney.'
Hank: 'That's too much trouble! How about we just pop out the eyes, and we'll dump the body?'
Barney: 'We get at least an extra thousand if the seer's eyes are intact, so drop it. - Shouldn't you be cataloguing gypsy flesh?'
Hank: 'Yeah, yeah, whatever.'
Angel: 'Cordelia! - Cordelia!'
Wesley: 'This is all my fault.'
Angel: 'We both left her here. Neither of us knew.'
Wesley: 'I should have. All this time I've been tracking the wrong demon. If anything happens to Cordelia because of me:'
Angel: 'Nothing is going to happen to Cordelia. I won't let it. - In case you're wondering, this is me looking for a clue. Feel free to join in any time you want.'
Wesley: 'I'm a fool. The Council was right to sack me. - Yes, I was fired. I had two, two! Slayers in my care. One turns evil and now vegetates in a coma, the other is a renegade.
Fire me? I'm surprised they didn't cut my head off. I'm useless. -
A fool. A sniveling great, big:'
Angel: 'Ugly, gray blobby thing.'
Wesley: 'Ugly, gray, blobby thing. -What?'
Angel: 'I know this. It's a sculpture by Van Gieson, Maiden with Urn. Cordelia saw this in a vision. It could be telling us where Barney took her.'
Wesley: 'So, we ascertain the sculptures whereabouts, Cordelia's whereabouts - then you can go rescue her.'
Angel: '*We* can go rescue her. I need your help, Wesley. The Kungai said Barney wanted the horn for something.'
Angel: 'You're the only one in this room who could translate that. Are you with me? Good. Got it.
'Van Gieson's Maiden with Urn was sold to the Ramsey Hotel Chain in '82. There are twelve hotels between here and San Diego, it's got to be in one of them.'
Wesley: 'I keep running up against a translation for Klu(click)kla, which translates as Caller Sale: whatever it means: Caller - Caller Sale - Yes, of course! I know what Klu(click)ka is.'
Barney: 'Sold! For 20,000 to number 118, the dapper gentleman in the center isle. Well-done, sir. You are now the proud owner of an authentic Tak horn. Stab your enemies with it, heck, stab your wife, it'll drain the life right out of them. The power to drain a life force is an investment in peace of mind.'
Next up lot 32. We're very lucky to have this here today. It's a rare, and beautiful find.'
Cordy: 'I'm really not a seer. I only had a vision once, and I'm pretty sure it was just something I ate!'
Barney: The magnificent eyes of a seer. Your very own pipeline to the Powers That Be, folks. The possibilities are endless.
Keep the girl as a slave, remove the head as a trophy, or simply harvest the eyes, in any case a unique party icebreaker. It doesn't get any better than this.
Let's start the bidding at 2,000. Do I hear 2,000? - Ah, 2,000. Do I hear 2,000 and five? 2,000 and five, do I hear three?'
'8,000, do I hear nine? Come on, I don't have to tell some of you what a rare find this is. -
9,000. Nine gets me ten. 10,000. 10,000, do I hear 10? Ah, 10! Do I have 11? 11,000. 11,000 form the gentleman in the back! Do we have 12? - Seer's eyes going at 11,000, do I hear 12?'
Angel: 'Hotel Ramsey in LA recently redecorated. The Van Gieson sculpture used to be in the lobby.'
Barney: '11,000 it is. 11,000 once, twice:'
Cordy: 'Hey, you know you pay twice that for cataracts. These eyes are flawless even without the stupid visions! That's the best you can do?'
Barney: '12,000. I have 12,000 from the gentleman. 13,000? 13,000? Going for 12,000:'
Cordy: 'You know what these eyes can do? They can see stuff - like danger, and - and evil and locations buried treasure!'
Barney: '13,000, do I hear 13?'
Cordy: 'Come on, have some huevoes, guy! Whity here is stepping all over you. You're going to take that from his kind?'
Barney: '13. Uh, 14. - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18:'
The lady from Wolfram&Hart: 'You decide.'
Barney: '19: 20,000 form the gentleman in the center isle, going once, going twice:'
The woman from Wolfram&Hart: '30,000.'
Barney: 'Huh, sold for 30,000 to the lovely lawyer form Wolfram&Hart.'
'I'm sure your people will be happy with their purchase.'
Woman: 'We won't be needing the body. My employers have requested that the eyes be extracted.'
Barney: 'Well, an extraction is a very delicate process. We run the risk of damaging the gift. It's going to cast you an extra thou.'
Woman: 'Please! Extraction is always included in the price.'
Barney: 'Not with seer's eyes.'
Woman: 'Never hear do of such a thing.'
Barney: 'There's never been such a thing like this on the market. - An extra thousand or you take it as is.'
Woman: 'Go ahead.'
Barney: 'All righty then. Give me the extractor.'
Hank: 'But -I want to do it. You know that. I've been begging you:'
Barney: 'Hank! You're embarrassing yourself. Hand it over.'
Angel: 'Convention halls?'
Angel : 'We're late. Where is the auction?'
Man: 'I'm sorry we don't have any auctions here.'
Angel: 'Where is it?'
Man: 'It's - it's in the Tulip room. That way.'
Barney: 'Now, be a good girl and hold still. This will only hurt a lot.'
Angel: 'The sculpture is not here.'
Wesley: 'As usual, one step behind.'
A guy: 'Have you got a number?'
Barney: 'Hank. Stakes.'
Angel: 'Get Cordelia!'
Wesley: 'Are you alright? Oh.'
Cordy: 'I'm so far not!'
Wesley: 'Right. Wrists!'
Cordy: 'Wesley, come on!'
Okay. Let's get out of here.'
Wesley: 'Follow me!'
You! Butcher and innocent girl, will you?
I'm going to thrash you to within a inch of your life - and then I'm going to take that inch!'
Lawyer: 'Our merchandise was just taken off the market. 3 guesses by whom.'
Cordy: 'Feel this feeling creepo!'
'I never doubted for a minute that you'd find me.'
Angel: 'Well, I was lucky. I had a rogue demon hunter on my side.'
Wesley: 'Glad I could be of service.'
Cordy: 'Not that he didn't have it coming. He was a horrible, evil monster.'
Angel: 'Hmm, he did kill a lot of people.'
Wesley: 'Viciously mutilated their corpses.'
Cordy: 'Plus he started the bidding on me at a paltry 2,000 dollars. This, I frame for saving my life, and as a reminder that something of Doyle's in our office.'
Wesley: 'Well, I'll be off then. Angel. Who knows when our paths will cross again.'
Cordy: 'Do you even know where you're headed?'
Wesley: 'us rogue demon hunters rarely do. Wherever evil lurks, wherever the forces of darkness threaten humanity, that's where I'll be.'
Cordy: 'Well, okay. Keep in touch.'
Wesley: 'Yes. Yes, I will. But now the evil lurking everywhere bids me onwards. So - I go.'
Cordy: 'Take care.'
'No rest for the wicked fighters. Through storm and rain - heat - famine deep, painful, gnawing hunger - I go.'
Wesley: 'Ooh - I suppose so.'
Cordy: 'One of the perks of the job. After an all-nighter of fighting the lurking evil - we get eggs.'
Cordy: 'I'm famished. He's a good cook for someone on a liquid diet.'
Wesley: 'Astonishing, really. Mhm-mm. Did you say something about toast?'