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Angel: "Sixty, seventy, eighty. One, two, three."
Cordy: "Angel..."
Fred: "How is the Connor fund?"
Angel: "There was a dollar eighty three in the cushions out there. That"s perfectly good money just lying around. Now, how"s it going?"

Fred: "Moments away."
Angel: "Ah. Can you make that bigger? Bold, but, you know, tasteful."

Fred: "Hmm. Tasteful. Sure."
Cordy: "You are so cute! Yes, you are. You are just the best little boy in the whole world."

Angel: "How"s my little man?"
Cordy: "Oh, he wonders where his father"s been."
Angel: "Papa"s got mouths to feed."

Cordy: "Ah. I have a mouth, too. Always have had one. Kind of known for it and we"ve fed it fine for years. Yeah."
"Angel - I"m glad you wanna take care of your son. I am. I just wanna make sure we don"t lose sight of the mission."

Angel: "Well, we have to earn a living. I mean, not just for Connor, but for all of us."

Cordy: "I agree. But first and foremost we work for the Powers, help the helpless. Promise me we won"t neglect that."

Angel: "I promise. I promise. Well?"
Gunn: "Well, we hired some guys. Six thousand of these babies all over town."

А flyer: "Angel Investigations". "We help the helpless. No case too small. Paranormal Specialists. 313-555-0126"

Angel: "Nice! I"d call me, wouldn"t you?"

Fred: "Hey! The website"s up. We"re live."
Angel: "We"re live, little guy. Come on."

Angel: "There, beautiful. We"re online. We got flyers, we got yellow pages.
Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to a new area of Angel Investigations.
All we have to do now is wait - for that phone to start ringing and the money to start rolling in. Because someone"s got to clothe and feed and educate this little guy, yeah?
Yep - all we have to do is wait. - Just a matter of time. Don"t you worry, this town is full of people who have problems."

Man: "Come on, come on, come on!"
Guy: "Fabrizio"s Pizza."
Fred: "Is this the right phone number?"


Wes: "That"s the last of them. Six thousand new ones."
Wes: "Adorable."
Gunn: "So sweet."
Wes: "I meant the baby."
Gunn: "I meant the hot mama."
Wes: "Sorry about the mix up last night."
Angel: "It"s not important. But we can"t afford any more mistakes. Making mistakes cost money, and making money right now is our number one priority. Hey, Lorne."

Lorne: "If this is about the baby formula that I snagged from the fridge last night - sorry. I was feeling a little peckish and it was that or a glass of pig"s blood. By the way, baby formula and Kaluha? Not as bad as it sounds."

Angel: "Lorne, I need you to use your contacts to find out what Holtz is up to. He"s out there somewhere. We can never forget that. Finding him is our number one priority."

Gunn: "I thought you said..."
Angel: "Finding Holtz and making money are our two number one priorities."
"Helping the helpless, finding Holtz, and making money are out *three* number one priorities."
Cordy: "Hey, look! We got some hits on our website."
Wes: "Angel Investigations, may I help you?"

Gunn: "Angel Investigations, can I help you?"

Angel: "Yes! We"re in business!"
Justine: "You should be thanking me."
Holtz: "For disobeying an order?"
Justine: "For dusting two vamps!"

Holtz: "Two vampires from whom I had told you to walk away."
Justine: "Guess I misunderstood."
Holtz: "Which is why we"re here."
Justine: "And speaking of here, would a couple of light bulbs and indoor plumbing kill you?"
Holtz: "We are here to determine whether or not - you - have the commitment necessary for the work at hand."
Justine: "At hand? -That"s a joke, right?"

Holtz: "Why are you wasting my time?"
Justine: "What do you want from me?"
Holtz: "I just told you: commitment. Something you must now convince me you have."

"So I"ve explained why I"m doing this. Why are you?"
Justine: "Let"s just say, feeling something - is better than feeling nothing."

Holtz: "Take it out any time you like. If you"re still here when I return, we"ll consider the next phase of our - partnership."

Fred: "Welcome to Angel Investigations Mr. Blee - Lee - Shushngrung. Uhm, please have a seat and one of our associates will be right with you."
Angel: "Hey, Lorne. Non-human on deck."
Lorne: "Coming."
"Hey, the guys with the chrome faceplates, they"re called Nahdrahs. I speak their lingo, sort of. If I understand them correctly they"ve got a job for our leader and a great deal of money."
Angel: "Oh, let"s not keep them waiting, huh?"

Lorne: "Well, our leader in this instance being Wesley. They saw his web articles on DNA fusion comparisons in Tri-ped demon populations."
Angel: "Hey, Wes. Wes, talk to the Nahdrahs."

Gunn: "Hey, office free? It"s kind of personal."

Angel: "Yeah. Go. If this keeps up, little guy, we may have to incorporate, huh?"

Cordy: "We"re getting stretched a little thin here, Angel."
Angel: "Come on. Nonsense. We can handle it."
Cordy: "Really? Well, then why don"t you handle it by picking up lines two, three and four?"

Angel: "Angel Investigations, your problems are our problems. - Okay. How urgent is it? Uh-huh. And what do you do for a living? That"s a good company. You own it? Okay, hold on. Pen, paper, quick."

Ally: "I don"t sleep. I"m afraid to go out or answer the phone."
Gunn: "Yeah, I hate stalkers. Look, don"t worry. We"ll put a stop to it. Have a seat."

Ally: "Thank you."
Gunn: "So, do you know who this guy is?"
Ally: "Yeah, well, it"s- it"s Brian, my ex-boyfriend."
Gunn: "Have you - been to the police?"
Ally: "Yeah. They act like I"m some kind of nut. Just - like I"m making it all up."

Gunn: "Yeah, you go to the cops for help they don"t do a thing until somebody ends up dead."
Ally: "Somebody *is* dead."
Gunn: "Who?"
Ally: "Brian. Isn"t that the kind of stuff you guys deal with?"
Gunn: "Yeah. All the time. So - Brian, your dead boyfriend, is stalking you?"
Ally: "Well, I mean, he"s not my boyfriend *now.*"
Wes: "The Internet article I"m currently writing posits a formula for the genome mapping of creatures who don"t have genes. - It"s an exciting arena."
Lorne: "One I"m sure we can all download at "I"ll never know the love of a woman dot com." Ah, can we get down to business?
They want to buy your head. - Little rusty with the language. I should probably clarify that."

"They want your mind. They"re celebrating their prince"s, uh - it"s - it"s like a birthday, only they"re not born so much as disgorged. They - they need you to solve one of their traditional puzzles so they can give it to him. It"s quite an honor."
Wes: "Could be interesting."
Fred: "Sure. These are puzzle people. Did you notice the designs on their tunics? Geometric shapes. Each a prime number, if you count their edges, arranged in ascending order of exponential accumulation."

Wes: "Yes, I did - not - notice that at all."
Lorne: "Ah, they wanna know why your girlfriend was pointing at them. I better tell them what she said before we have an international incident."
Wes: "Ah, she"s not my..."
Fred: "Did I say something wrong?"
Lorne: "No. No, they liked *you.*"
Fred: "So much they ran away?"
Lorne: "They either have to consult with their prince or go eat a cheese monkey. Did-did I mention rusty with the lingo?"

Gunn: "Wes? I think I"m gonna need you on this one."
Angel: "Great. I"m on my way."
"Big case. Got to run."
Cordy: "Oh..."
Angel: "I think he needs changing. Oh, and bottle, three o"clock."
Cordy: "Well, hi there."
Harlan: "Yeah. Okay. That"s good for us. Tell him a six month million dollar guarantee and we"ll cover the extra cost.
Yeah. No, I get that, but we got to get a decision by tomorrow. Listen, somebody just walked in my office. I"ll call you back. Mr. Angel."
Angel: "Just Angel."
Harlan: "Harlan Elster. Thanks for coming to meet me."
Angel: "No problem. I know what it"s like when your name"s on the letterhead..."
Harlan: "Hmm. I got to say, you"re not exactly what I pictured."
Angel: "No?"
Harlan: "You"re pretty well coifed, I guess. You"re not afraid to get a little mussed, are you, Mr. Angel? Because "mussed" you"re gonna be just by stepping foot in there."

Angel: "In where?"
Harlan: "Eighty third and Vermont. Used to be low-income housing. Now it"s a nest. Boarded up windows. No Electricity. Sewer access. They like it dark."

Angel: "Vampires."
Harlan: "A whole gang of them. Those photos were taken by the last guy I had on this job."

Angel: "What happened to him?"
Harlan: "He got mussed. You have much experience dealing with vampires?"
Angel: "Some."
Harlan: "Yeah, well, not like these. They"re not out for blood. They want money."
Angel: "Money?"
Harlan: "Yeah. I know. Whoever heard of a vampire out to make a buck, right?"

"Anyway, they"ve been putting the squeeze on some local business men. We pay them a protection fee and they don"t eat our employees. They"re demanding five thousand dollars by midnight."
Angel: "Whoa."
Harlan: "Now, I"m prepared to pay you ten to make this problem go away. Five thousand now the remainder when the jobs finished."

Angel: "That"ll make ten - which is more than they"re asking you for."
Harlan: "But this isn"t about money."
Angel: "No, no, of course it"s not - about - that. Money. I"ll get right on this."
Harlan: "Thanks."
Angel: "Sure."
Man: "What the hell are you doing in my office?"
Harlan: "Mr. Elster."
Justine: "Decided to stick around."

Holtz: "You asked me what I wanted from you. I want you to go out and find others like you. People who have suffered as we have, people with the same rage, the same fire. You"ll know them when you see them. Their eyes - will look like this feels."

"Are we clear? Have we learned our lessons, Justine?"
Justine: "We"re clear."
"You son of a bitch."
Angel: "Is this country great or what? Five thousand smackeroos and all I have to do to collect five thousand more, is clean out a vamp nest downtown. Where"s Wes and Gunn? I wanna show "em this."

Cordy: "Out on a case."
Fred: "There"s a young woman whose dead boyfriend is stalking her."
Angel: "That"s terrible. Did you..."
Cordy: "I ran her credit. She"s solvent."

Angel: "Nice. Hey, how"s my little magnum cum laude, Notre Dame, class of two thousand twenty?"
Cordy: "Angel - I don"t think it"s such a great idea to be working on so many cases at once. I mean, what if we"re all out making money and some poor devil stumbles in here and needs our help?"

Lorne: "Bon giorno, everybody, bon giorno."
Angel: "You"ve been drinking?"
Lorne: "Oh, I can hold my liquor, Mister. Unfortunately I can"t say the same for my firewater."

Fred: "Aren"t they the same thing?"
Lorne: "Hey, Fred-girl! No, this is special firewater, used to loosen the tongue of my Gar-wak snitch. They light the water on fire and there"s chanting and a bong, and look out, Houston!"

Angel: "Did you learn anything about Holtz?"
Lorne: "Oh yeah. He is *really* not fond of you. I"m led to believe that he and his Grapplar demons had plans to you. Is my breath stinky?"
Angel: "Yeah."
"Holtz is using the Grapplars as soldiers."
Lorne: "Not anymore, Bucko. He poisoned them and he"s looking for replacements. Humans."
Angel: "Do we know where he is?"
Lorne: "Bro, I"m on it. I"ve got rats looking all over this town. Well, not actual rats - except two of them. Ooh, I don"t feel so good."

Cordy: "Uh, we"ve got company."
"Lorne? It"s all snap, crackle, pop to me."
Angel: "Ah, these are the guys that wanted Wesley."
Lorne: "Not anymore. Now they want Fred."
Angel: "For what?"
Lorne: "Her enormous brain. They"re convinced she can solve the puzzle they wanna give to their prince.They weren"t offended by you before, they were impressed."

Fred: "Really?"
Angel: "Where would she have to go and how long would it take?"
Lorne: "They live on a barge, currently docked in the marina. And a day or two, depends no how long it takes her to solve it."

Angel: "You game?"
Fred: "Sure."
Angel: "You"ll have to go with her to translate. Tell "em it won"t be cheap. They"re getting two of our top employees. That"s salary, per diem, overtime..."

Lorne: "Okay, okay."
"They apologize for their paltry offering and hope you"ll accept Fifty thousand dollars!?!"

Angel: "Fifty..."
Cordy: "...thousand..."
Fred: "...Dollars?"
Angel: "We accept."
Ally: "You know, I consider myself independent and it"s hard for me to ask for help, but - it really feels good for you guys to be in the house. You know that woman you work with was right. You inspire confidence."

Wes: "Which woman?"
Ally: "Brunette, really cute, Texan maybe?"

Gunn and Wes: "Fred."
Gunn: "Said I inspire confidence."
Wes: "Actually, I-I believe the comment was directed at me."
Gunn: "Really? "cause I don"t think so."

Ally: "Here, this is Brian. Not exactly a rocket scientist, but, ah, he"s so sweet. You ever meet somebody and you just know that you belong together? It just feels..."

Gunn and Wes: "Comfortable."
Wes: "You read all the same science journals."

Gunn: "You laugh at the same dumb jokes."

Ally: "And the sex. Oh, god, do I miss the sex."

Gunn: "Tell me about it."
Wes: "Hmm."
Ally: "So, explain something to me. How can Brian be stalking me if he"s dead?"

Wes: "There are any number of explanations. Witchcraft, black magic, voodoo, zombiefication, demon possession, even vampirism."
Ally: "But why? Why is he hanging around here? What does he want?"
Wes: "Perhaps there is something he left unfinished, something he wants to tell you."

Gunn: "Or maybe he just wants to eat your intestines."
Wes: "Gunn. We don"t know that he"s a zombie, and besides the flesh eating is a myth. Zombies merely mangle, mutilate and occasionally wear human flesh. So there is no reason to be frightened until we have a better idea..."
"Right then. Zombie it is."
Fred: "Are you okay?"
Lorne: "I was feeling seasick when we were still on dry land. Do I look greener than usual?"

Fred: "A little.
Lorne: "Oh, nice dеcor! It"s sort of a Jules Verne meets Leona Helmsly."
"Oh, great! They wanna take our picture."

"Terrif. Hey, this is the puzzle they want you to solve."
Fred: "I"m guessing it fits together in some sort of algorithmic sequence? Any hints?"

Lorne: "Yeah, just one. He said if they knew how to do it themselves you wouldn"t be here."

Fred: "So. Causation. Corollary. Causatu Corollary. Are we talking a closed curve of finite length in a simply connected domain of zero? - That would be too easy, wouldn"t it?"

Lorne: "Oh, hors d"oeuvres. Oh, really I couldn"t. I had eyeballs and insects for breakfast."
Angel: "Ooh, aren"t we just the scary serial vamps - with the spooky lair -and the taking of trophies of our victims?"
"Next time you hit the yard sales, I"d avoid the wooden furniture. I hear Wicker is nice."

"Oh, great. Two more."
Vamp1: "Dibs on the coat."
Angel: "Excuse me."
Elster: "What do you want?"
Angel: "I-I"m looking for Harlan Elster?"
Elster: "I"m Harlan Elster."
Angel: "That"s bad."
Elster: "How"s that bad?"
Angel: "Well, because the Harlan Elster I"m looking for gave me this."
Elster: "Really. Well, he gave me this. At least mine"s real. The man who forged my name, about your height, less beat up?"

Angel: "Yeah, that"s him."
Elster: "Sam Ryan. Used to work for me. Press Foreman. Fired him six months ago. He kept coming to me to bankroll his kooky scheme."

Angel: "Kooky scheme?"
Elster: "The guy"s been a little bit off his nut ever since he lost his friend. Wanted me to pay some charlatan ghostbuster to clean out an abandoned rathole in midtown. He was convinced *vampires* were nesting there. Some people would take advantage of a guy like that."

Angel: "Yeah. Yeah."
Elster: "Immortal creatures living in a rat infested building, guarding their treasure. Right."
Angel: "Treasure?"
Fred: "There is a ascending and descending causation instantly proved by - that! I think I"m on to something here."

Lorne: "Yeah, me too. Unfortunately it requires a vomitorium."
Fred: "Oh - I"m sorry.
Lorne: "I"ll just go use the facilities. Keep up the good work."

Subtitles: "She is solving the puzzle, sire. We have found a head worthy to rest upon your noble shoulders."
"We will sew it on this very night."
Cordy: "Hmm. Well, I figured it was a long shot. But I really can float, you know. Well, I did that one time during my last vision.

Who-ee - somebody needs a change. But before that, believe me, there was no floating up piece of mind destiny to my visions. No there was just - killer pain. And unfortunately, that"s not an exaggeration. They really were killing me.
So, the Powers That Be put a little demon in me, and as far as side effects go The visions are a breeze now. I don"t know what else might be in store. I"m keeping an eye out for horns and a tail. Wow.

It just occurred to me what a weird life you"re in for, little guy. Your aunt Cordy gets visions and your daddy is a... - Well, you won"t see him aging whole lot, or catching surf and sun in Malibu.

But he is a good man, a champion, and he loves you very much. Plus, he"s quite the natty dresser. And your daddy is out there right now fighting evil - for money."
Sam: "Give it back."
Angel: "No, I think I earned it, don"t you? What is it? Rolex?"
Sam: "Timex."
Angel: "Oh. What is it, really? Considering all the trouble you went through to get it, we both know it"s not just a watch."

Sam: "That"s true. It"s not."
Angel: "Probably worth more than ten grand, too."
Sam: "A lot more."
Angel: "What"s it do? Open a portal? Raise an army?"
Sam: "It glows in the dark. Probably about all of them do now. Looks like they cracked it when they took it off him. I told him to let them have it, but - he wasn"t about to give it up. It was the first thing I ever bought him."

Angel: "These vampires killed your friend."
Sam: "Look. I"m sorry about what I did. I needed help. I didn"t know what else to do."

Angel: "So you lied to me."
Sam: "I"m sorry."
Angel: "I didn"t kill three vampires for nothing. Ten grand - that was the deal."
Sam: "Seven."
Angel: "Okay. Fine. I"ll take seven."
Sam: "No, no, no. You said three vampires. There were seven."
Angel: "Which would make four more."
Sam: "Four more."
Cordy: "You"re gonna discover there"s a lot of cool things in this world. Fifty grand - way up there on the list."
"We"re just gonna lock this up in the safe and... "
"Right after this vision."
"Oh god. Fred, don"t solve that puzzle."
Fred: "Shouldn"t be long now."
Ally: "Do you guys know how much longer we"re gonna be? I"ve got plans this evening."

Wes: "We"ve taken every precaution, secured every entrance..."

Gunn: "With the possible exception of the skylight in the kitchen."
Brian: "Ally! - Ally - baby, I just..."
Wes: "Into the bedroom."
Cordy: "Well. Your uncle Wes and uncle Gunn not picking up either. And your daddy, he doesn"t know how to work his voicemail or keep a promise. So we"ll go down to the Marina, return the money and explain it was all just a big mistake."

Brian: "Ally, why won"t you talk to me?"

Ally: "Because you"re dead. Now, go away! You know, I"m paying good money here. Can you please get rid of him?"

Brian: "Just give me another chance, baby. Who are these guys?"
Wes: "We are here to protect her from you, actually."
Brian: "Protection? I thought you were dating them."
Ally: "You know, this is exactly why I broke up with you. You"re suffocating me! Now, get lost!"
Wes: "What"s he doing?"
Gunn: "Pouting."
Ally: "Okay. That"s it."
"You know, this is so typical of you. You"re all bluster and then you pout."
Brian: "I thought we had fun together."

Ally: "We did, but you"re so - needy."

Brian: "Needy? Because I cared?"

Ally: "Caring didn"t entitle you to read my diary, follow me to work..."

Brian: "I never... Okay, I read your diary once or twice. Does that give you a reason to poison me?"
Ally: "What? You"re gonna believe everything a zombie says?"
Wes: "Are you saying *she* killed you?"
Brian: "I"d forgive her if she"d take me back."

Gunn: "You"re kidding, right?"
Brian: "No. Baby, I"ve seen the guys you"ve been going out with. You"re not having any fun! Come on. Lets give it another shot."

"What do you say? Me and you?"
Ally: "Eew, I-I can"t. It"s creepy."
Brian: "Come on. I miss you."
Ally: "Oh. I don"t know. - Maybe I was a little - hasty."
Wes: "Will that be cash or charge?"
Sam: "Alright. You"re kidding me, right?"

Angel: "Sorry. I don"t get paid I can"t fight."

Sam: "I don"t think I can hold this by myself."

Angel: "Yeah. I see that."
Sam: "They"re coming through."
Angel: "Okay. You know what, I"ll help barricade, but that"s it."
Sam: "I"m sorry I lied to you. I shouldn"t have."

Angel: "No. You did the wrong thing. But your heart was in the right place. Your motives were noble."
Sam: "Thank you."
Angel: "It"s not as though I haven"t been accused of nobility myself once or twice."

Sam: "Then you understand."
Angel: "Yeah. But being a champion is not all good deeds and happy endings. There"s a lot that goes on behind the scenes. People don"t seem to consider that."
Sam: "I think - I think we"re in real trouble here."
Angel: "All right. Maybe we can work something out. You own a car?"
Sam: "The bank owns it."
Angel: "House?"
Sam: "I rent."
Angel: "How"s your credit. Can you borrow?"

Sam: "I"m kind of out of a job. Spent all I had tracking these guys."

Angel: "I don"t know what to tell you, Sam. I can"t kill on deferment. Sets a precedent."

Fred: "Oh, it was nothing. Oh. Are we going somewhere to celebrate? Say, has anyone seen my friend with the horns? He wasn"t feeling so good and I"m a little worried about him."
"And me now."
Lorne: "Yeah, I know. We"re in a bit of a situation here."
Fred: "Oh god. I don"t have to marry him, do I?"
Lorne: "In fact, no. And that"s something we can be grateful for."
Fred: "What are they gonna do?"
Lorne: "Well it seems the prince"s head or heads, I should say, wear out every so often, and they uh..."
Fred: "Cut off someone else"s and give him a new one?"
Lorne: "Uh, ah..."
Fred: "Lorne, help. Help!"
Cordy: "Hey! I"d just like a word here."

Lorne: "Oh-ho-ho, you guys are *so* gonna get your butts kicked!"
Cordy: "Lorne."
Lorne: "Sorry. I yield the floor to the person *not* tied up on it."
Cordy: "Translate. There"s been a terrible misunderstanding. And I know you"re men of honor and I know we can make a simple exchange - in a - a civilized manner."
"We return your gracious gift and you return Fred. Sorry about the confusion, but we kind of need her head at work."

Fred: "Firmly attached to her body."
Cordy: "That goes without saying. Say it!"
Lorne: "Ah, uh..."
I told them what they had to do, and told them what would happen if they didn"t do it."

Cordy: "Lorne, we"re in no position to be threatening these nice people."
Lorne: "Oh, sure we are. Angel, Wes, and Gunn can take "em! Can"t see them from down here. Where are they anyway?"
Cordy: "Out making money."
Lorne: "Oh. So, when I told the Nahdrahs that they were surrounded by killer warriors I was stretching the truth a little?"
Cordy: "Just enough to get us all killed."

Sam: "Uh, yeah, hello? What happened to the complimentary barricading?"
Angel: "It"s gonna give. I"m getting you out of here. Lets go."
Sam: "No. You go."
Angel: "What?"
Sam: "I"m not leaving. I can"t."
Angel: "You think you can take on four vampires by yourself?"
Sam: "Probably not. But these things killed Jack. If I run now, I"ll be running the rest of my life."
Angel: "Yeah, that"s noble, Sam, but do you really think that"s what Jack would want?"

Sam: "No. I think Jack would probably wanna be here with me. But that"s never gonna happen."
Angel: "You take on a job in good faith - you expect to be compensated. You provide the best service you can offer."
"A quality service. - But you know, there"s overhead."
"There"s rent, three phone lines, advertising, it adds up."
Sam: "Thank you. I can"t even begin to express my..."
Sam: "I owe you. - You"re a real - champion."
Angel: "Yeah whatever. Hello? Hello?!"
Sam: "Hey - I think - I think that"s your voice mail."
Angel: Damn it.
Cordy: "Lorne - do these guys have groins?"
Fred: "Is that really important right now?"

Cordy: "Work with me here, kids."
Lorne: "I think so. I never knew one intimately."
Cordy: "Oh. Ow! Ow! Ow!"
Cordy: "Fred! Help her!"
Wes and Gunn: "Fred!"
Gunn: "Well, I guess you cut off the snake"s head..."
Wes: "You piss the other snakes off."
Angel: "I should have listened to you."
Cordy: "Well, yeah."
Angel: "I should never have left you and the baby alone like that."
Cordy: "Well - yeah."
Fred: "If you can keep your head when those about you are losing theirs guess you"re pretty lucky. I could kiss you both."

Lorne: "Uh, still tied up down here."
Fred: "Oh..."
Lorne: "Yeah, come on. My hands are turning pink."
Angel: "Guys, can I say something? Money"s important but it - it isn"t everything. - I got - I got carried away. - I just I never had a life that was totally dependent on me before. But that"s no excuse. Where was I?"

Cordy: "Money"s not the most important."
Angel: "No, it"s not. What"s - important is family - and the mission."
Cordy: "They tried to cut Fred"s head off. We earned every penny."
Angel: "Hold the baby."
Gunn: "Spending money..."
Cordy: "Go to sleep, my baby peep..."
"I"m just saying a boat."
Angel: "No. College fund."
Cordy: "Yes. College fund - and pay our bills - and put a down payment on a boat."
Angel: "We"re not getting a boat."
Cordy: "Hmm, they"re fun."
Angel: "They"re expensive. And when would I go on this boat, hmm?"
Cordy: "Moonlight sails. - Okay. - College fund - pay our bills - and rent a ski condo in Aspen."

Angel: "Ski condo?"
Cordy: "There"s got to be some fun in our lives."
Angel: "Hmm - I like a ski condo."

Cordy: "Sure. Snow. Trees. Chipmunk robots on ice..."
Angel: "Chipmunk robots... - on ice..."

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