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BELONGING

Cordy: "You wanna try some of this sashimi?"
Gunn: "That"s the raw fish? Maybe when hell freezes over."
Wesley: "What are you looking for?"
Cordy: "Celebrities. They wouldn"t put them out here in the "B" section. They put them back in the dark."
Angel: "Not like here - where it"s brightly lit and - open and everyone could stare at you and..."
"It"s a little exposed. Kind of public."

Gunn: "Oh, yeah, that public thing. It happens when you go where the people are."

Angel: "Oh, no, no, no. I-I-I like the people. Normal people. I wanna get out and be one of them. You know. Celebrate Cordy"s good news."

Cordy: "Oh, it"s just a commercial."
Wesley: "Just a *national* commercial. Here is to you."
Cordy: "Guys, I can"t drink. I have to be up at four thirty in the morning for the shoot. But please, continue with the toasting and the praising."
Gunn: "You"re gonna knock "em dead, and make a ton of cash."
Angel: "What he said, but-but don"t leave us when you get famous."

Cordy: "I"m touched. But don"t worry. I *can"t* leave you guys while I"m still the proud owner of the mind-shattering, ever more debilitating visions."
"I feel a little guilty."
Angel: "Don"t. - I mean, nineteen dollars for a - sashimi couscous appetizer is money well spent. How was it anyway? Pretty good? I mean, it ought to be pretty..."


Cordy: "It"s delicious but that"s not what I feel guilty about."
Angel: "Oh. I "m not cheap, I-I"m just old. I-I remember when a few bob got you a good meal, a bottle *and* a tavern wench. - You were saying?"

Cordy: "I was saying, I feel guilty leaving you guys in the middle of a case to go do this commercial."

Wesley: "Mhmm, we have it under control. Angel will get hold of his informant first thing in the morning."
Gunn: "And he - well, is it a he or an it?"
Angel: "Actually both."
Gunn: "Well, then he slash it points us to the big bloated thing in your vision."

Wesley: "The Haklar demon. In fact Angel"s informant will lead us to the demon"s feeding grounds where we manly men will gather round and kill it to death."

Cordy: "Ooh, sounds like fun. - If you guys want more wine, don"t let me stop you."

Angel: "Oh, no more wine for me. That imported stuff goes right to your head."
Gunn: "You think we should get a flame thrower?"
Wesley: "For the Haklar? I hadn"t thought of that."
Angel: "I mean, if you guys want to order another bottle..."
Gunn: "Of course if we wound up in a tight space we could burn each other."

Wesley: "Right. Right."
Gunn: "Well, you"re the boss. You"ll decide."
Wesley: "A flame thrower is big and loud. Might call attention where we don"t want it. Stealth, you know being a large part of..."

Angel: "Isn"t this interesting?"
Woman: "Wha-what? My shawl?"
Angel: "No, your Brahenian Battle-shroud, woven from the skin of dead children."
Wesley: "What"s he doing?"
Angel: "You think I don"t know a Voltar Witch when I see one? You don"t think I can"t see the markings of a... Looks a little different up close."
Cordy: "It"s a beautiful shawl ma"am. It"s a beautiful, thousand dollar, Laura Mina original. My friend just loves beautiful things so much he can"t control himself. Because he"s - ahm, from France? - We"re so sorry.
So sorry."

Angel: "Pardon."
Gunn: "If we had a flame-thrower we could set the table on fire. Draw a little *more* attention to us."
Angel: "I"m telling you those markings, from a distance they really looked..."

Wesley: "Let"s just eat and be on our way without any more..."
Cordy: "Oh god."
Gunn: "What is it? What do you see?"
Cordy: "Moo..."
Wesley: "Moo? Some sort of cow monster?"
Cordy: "Move. I think the sashimi is coming up."
Angel: "They"ll take that off the bill, right?"


Intro

Wesley: "Yes, mum. Yes, well, put him on. - Right. You too. - Hello father. Happy Birthday. - How are you? - Good. - No!
It"s going quite well actually. - Yes. I have news. - I"ve been put in charge of our group. - Yes, as their leader. No, it"s a permanent position. Well as permanent as these things... - No, I certainly won"t be fired.
Ah.
Well, yes, I was that one time, yes. - Again... No, you"re right. I see how... - Yes, I"d forgotten, thank you.
Yes. - Ah, just recently. Uhm, it"s going quite well so far. - - No, I think this time... - I hope it will be different. - No.
No, you"re right. I see how... - I just thought you"d be... I thought you"d want to know, that"s all. - Right. Well - again, happy birthday. - Okay."
Gunn: "You talking to someone?"
Wesley: "Yes, my father."
Gunn: "English senior? How is he?"

Wesley: "Well. It"s his birthday."
Gunn: "Nice."
Wesley: "He sends his greetings to everyone in Tinsel Town."
Angel: "Sorry."
Cordy: "What are you doing here?"
Angel: "Getting a tan. Ha. Not bursting into flames?"
Cordy: "So - what are you doing here?"
Angel: "I have to ask you a question. In your vision did the Haklar demon..."
Cordy: "Shut up. The director"s come in. Hi. I just wanna say thanks for casting me."

Director: "You"re welcome. Lose the bathrobe."
Cordy: "Excuse me?"
Director: "What"s wrong? You don"t speak English? The wardrobe. I need to *see* it. Lose the robe, princess."
Cordy: "Sure. Sure."
Director: "Turn around. Well, nothing wrong there. Okay, turn. When does she go to makeup?"
Cordy: "I"ve already been to makeup."
Director: "Really. Then take her back. Tell David to get rid of those circles under her eyes. She looks like a refugee from an abused women"s shelter."

Cordy: "I had food poisoning."
Director: "Yeah, right. You eat. Good one. Tell David I"m supposed to wanna sleep with this woman.
I don"t. Do you wanna sleep with her? Of course you don"t."
Angel: "You"re out of line. Apologize to her."

Director: "Oh, let me guess. Wanna-be rocker or part-time male model. I could go either way on this one."

Angel: "I said apologize to her."
Director: "Really? Get security."

Cordy: "Angel..."
Angel: "Who the hell do you think you are, huh?"
Director: "I think I"m the director. And I think you"re real smart for bringing your unemployed boyfriend onto *my* set, telling me how to film my commercial. That"s really helping your career."


Cordy: "I"m sorry. Ah. He won"t bother you anymore."
Director: "Oh, I know he won"t. Because security is gonna toss his ass in about two minutes. Now get into makeup and hope they can work miracles."

Angel: "Do you want me to rip that guy"s head of for you? Because, you know, I can. I can actually just rip his head right off his body. I can do that."
Cordy: "Are you *trying* to ruin my career? I mean, is this like a conscious effort on your part?"
Angel: "No. I just..."
Cordy: "You need to go. Now. Why are you still here? Go!"
Angel: "Look, I have to ask you a question."

Cordy: "What?"
Angel: "In your vision - the Haklar demon that you saw, did he eat his victim whole or did he just rip out the liver?
"cause, I mean, it"s a funny story, according to my informant, liver-eating Haklar"s have different feeding grounds then people-eaters, and I need to know what kind it was so I can track it down and kill it."

Cordy: "I hate my whole life."
Gunn: "So - this Heckler demon we"re supposed to kill..."
Wesley: "Haklar. Two "a"s."
Gunn: "This Haklar with two "a"s" we"re supposed to kill. Give me the specs. What I need to know?"
Wesley: "The Haklar, descended for the Klensan order demons, can weigh as much as three tons as an adult male. It awakes from its hibernation during alternating full moons only to feed and mate - often simultaneously. Incapable of traditional speech the Haklar has learned to communicate with each other via a pattern of carefully timed facial ticks, not dissimilar to our own Morse code.
The Haklar prefers a warm moist clime where it can..."

Gunn: "Wesley."
Wesley: "Yes?"
Gunn: "I meant, how do we go about killing it."
Wesley: "Oh. - Your standard slice and dice."

Gunn: "Hey. What are y"all doing here?"
George: "Got a situation."
Gunn: "Wesley, you remember Rondell and George?"
Wesley: "Certainly. I never got the chance to thank you both properly.
I think it"s fair to say I owe you men my life."


George: "It"s cool. Only reason you got shot is "cause you got our backs."

Rondell: "Hey, how you feeling?"
Wesley: "Better, thank you."
Gunn: "The situation, what is it?"
Rondell: "What else? Vamps."
George: "Pack of them making McKenzie park their new personal restaurant."
Gunn: "Got a lot of homeless sleeping there."
Rondell: "They be the meals."
Gunn: "Sounds like what we need to do is set a trap."
George: "Traps already set."
Gunn: "It is?"
George: "We know the drill. Everything"s in motion."
Gunn: "Oh. Alright. You just need me to..."

Rondell: "Lend us your truck."
Gunn: "You want my ride?"
George: "It"s still tricked out for dusting, ain"t it?"
Gunn: "Well, yeah. But..."
Rondell: "We wanna go in with everything we got."
Gunn: "Count me in then."
Wesley: "What about the Haklar?"
Gunn: "Angel gets a lock on its crib, page me."
Angel: "Haklar is living on the North Shore of Lake Hollywood. We better hurry. They"ve got a five K race starting there in half an hour."

Wesley: "Consider yourself paged."
Gunn: "I got to take this. Wait for me though. I"m through, I hook up with you guys at base camp, we head out together.

Rondell: "Yeah, whatever, G. Lets roll man."

Wesley: "Angel, is everything alright?"
Angel: "I-It"s Cordy."
Wesley: "What about her?"
Gunn: "Headaches getting worse?"
Wesley: "What happened?"
Angel: "Nothing happened. It - it"s just... Heh. Acting is her dream job?
I mean, that"s the world she really wants to live in?
With people like that? I don"t get it."
Wesley: "Who are you talking about?"
Angel: "Mr. "Hey, I"m an L.A. director, you know, shooting a commercial so I must be the center of the universe" guy? It"s just like, if you wanna make it in show business you just pretend you"re on the food chain.


I mean, all we do is save the world. And the way he talks to her. It"s like she"s his commodity. Like she"s his slave or something. And you know what the worst part is? She took it. When was the last time Cordy took crap from any of us?"

Gunn: "Never. And the day after never."
Angel: "Exactly! He"s also got her wearing this - flimsy swimsuit that covers like nothing."

Wesley: "Appalling."
Gunn: "Disgusting."
Angel: "Right."
Gunn: "Well, shouldn"t we be off killing something?"
Wesley: "Absolutely."
Angel: "Good. Let"s get this show on the road."
Host: "It"s alright. Everything"s fine. Nothing to worry about. - It"s all part of the show."
Cordy: "Goes on smooth like a lovers kiss. It"s the only suntan lotion good enough for our man."

Director: "Cut. Cut. You"re in his light."

Cordy: "Still?"
Director: "I told you twice, you have to bend over more."
Cordy: "If I bend over any more I"m gonna fall out of my top."
Director: "And then you"ll be out of his light. See? Everybody wins."
Cordy: "But isn"t there something we could do..."
Director: "I didn"t hire you to play Ophelia. - Show the cleavage, save the line. Got it? Or you wanna waste more of our time?"

Cordy: "Got it."
Wesley: "Has it..."
Angel: "Stopped bleeding? Yeah."
Wesley: "Cordelia."
Angel: "Hi."
"Look, I just wanna say - if I was out of line today..."
Cordy: "*If* you were out of *line*? *If*? You"re comfortable with your use of the word "if" here, are you?"
Angel: "I"m sorry I embarrassed you."
Cordy: "Who am I kidding. I embarrassed myself. - I just wanted to act, that"s all. - For them to like me because I was good. - I never wanted to feel like this. - I thought Gunn was with you guys?"

Wesley: "He was. After the fight he had to go home to take care of some vampire business."

Cordy: "How was the big fight? All big and - fighty?"
Wesley: "We managed to kill the Haklar just as it was about to devour a group of power walkers."
Angel: "Horrible."
Cordy: "I know. I saw it in my stupid vision, remember?"
Angel: "No, not the Haklar, the power walkers. I mean, walking I get, but power walking? Why not just run for a shorter time? - Weird. - Plus one of them hit him."

Cordy: "A power walker did that?"
Wesley: "Apparently she felt that I disrespected the Haklar"s culture by killing it."
Cordy: "This town sucks."
Host: "Am I happy to see you. You"re still a knight for hire, yeah? Well, I"m hiring. I need you to kill something. I suppose you want the particulars, so here they are: it"s called a Drokken."
Wesley: "Drokken?"
Host: "Ah, you won"t find it in your books. It"s not from any world you ever heard of."

Angel: "How did it get here?"
Host: "Portal. Right in the middle of my Steve Wonder tune. Totally threw me off, and you know how I hate to disappoint an audience. But I digress. What-what"s important is that you kill this Drokken, and-and this part I can"t stress enough: kill it you must."


Angel: "Where is it?"
Host: "No idea. But I imagine it"s getting pretty hungry by now."

Angel: "That"s all you got for us?"
Wesley: "What is it doing here? What does it want? What is it capable of?"
Host: "Who cares? It trashed my club, my clientele."
Angel: "I thought violence wasn"t possible in Caritas. Isn"t it supposed to be a sanctuary?"

Host: "I didn"t say the Drokken *killed* anyone. I mean, knocked over a couple of my regulars. There were a couple of angry glances. - I sensed some bad intentions. - Not a nice fellow. Bad, bad beast. Did I mention the teeth?"
Angel: "You mentioned the teeth."
Host: "Are you gonna help me or do I have to break out my champion rolodex?"

Angel: "Okay. We can start at Caritas, do a circular search, say one mile in diameter, keep moving out and hope we get lucky, huh?"

Cordy: "Angel."
Angel: "Sorry. I didn"t mean to step on your toes, Wesley."
Wesley: "Quite alright."
Cordy: "Wesley is kind of our new leader now."
Host: "Well, it"s been a long time coming. Congrats. And kudos to you. Nice choice of conductor to lead your symphony. So, what do we do now?"

Wesley: "Well, ah... - Angel"s right. Barring more promising leads a circular search pattern for the beast seems best."

Host: "I like it."
"Hey. What"s with her?"
Wesley: "Food poisoning."
Angel: "From a very expensive appetizer."
"Or possibly a vision."
"You"re okay?"
Cordy: "Why does everyone *always* ask me that? Do I *look* okay?!"
Wesley: "What did you see?"
Cordy: "A woman. She was at the public library. I think she works there. She was reading a book."
Host: "A-as scary as *that* sounds... Crazed, rabid Drokken on the loose here? Kind of in first position."

Cordy: "There was an opening behind her. Something magical - a - portal."
Angel: "A portal."
Host: "A portal?"
Wesley: "Like the one from which this Drokken beast materialized in Caritas?"
Host: "We-we don"t know that for a fact."
Wesley: "There is our connection. We better get to the library. They"ll be closing soon."
Angel: "Right."
Host: "How fortunate that the Powers That Be haven taken an interest in my... I mean, in the problem I brought to your... Ah, it"s really quite a break."
Angel: "You coming?"
Host: "Right. - I thought you"d never ask."

Gunn: "Junior, where is everybody?"
"What"s wrong?"
"What..."
Gunn: "Did they make him drink?"
George: "We don"t know."
Host: "Call me crazy, but I"m getting the weirdest sense of deja vue here.
How come every time you and me hit the big city we end up in a library?
Snoresville. Next time why don"t we do something fun?"

Angel: "Like what?"
Host: "Elton"s in town next month. What do you say, you and me, back row seats?"

Angel: "I don"t do big and crowd."

Host: "Mr. Elton John hits the first few keys of "yellow brick road" I defy you not to feel like the only other person in the room."

"Hi. How are you?"
Librarian: "You... You"re... You"re for the children"s reading program!"
Host: "Yes. Yes, I am."
Librarian: "It"s not until tomorrow morning."

Host: "Yes, I know. I never perform without checking out the space first. Get a feel for the room."
Librarian: "Oh. Wow. The kids will flip over your costume. It looks so authentic."

Host: "Thank you."
Librarian: "Except for the horns. - But those are probably hard to fake."

Host: "If you only knew."
Librarian: "The reading area is down that way. Just take a left."
Host: "Toodles. See you and the Мunchkins in the morning."
Librarian: "Right."
"If you"re planning on checking out anything you"ve got about five minutes."
Cordy: "Actually we"re looking for someone who works here."
Librarian: "Who"s that?"
Cordy: "Okay, she"s - tall. She"s brown hair about down to here, wears glasses, pretty..."

Librarian: "Sorry."
Cordy: "She wears a locket, shaped like a ball or-or an apple, I think?"
Librarian: "An apple? Fred wore one of those."
Angel: "Fred?"
Librarian: "Winifred. Everyone called her Fred."
Angel: "Do you know where we can find her?"
Librarian: "Fred disappeared five years ago. They never found her. Police said if she didn"t show up in the first week... Well, we all stopped hoping a while ago."
Cordy: "This is her."
Wesley: "Can you tell us anything about her?"

Librarian: "She worked here in the library with me. She was studying to be a physicist."

Wesley: "The day she disappeared..."
Librarian: "Oh - it was creepy. One minute she is cataloguing in the foreign language section and the next minute she"s gone!"

Wesley: "Angel, why don"t you look over there, I"ll look over here and... what exactly are we looking for?"
Cordy: "I don"t know. But this is where I saw the portal in my vision."
Host: "This reading room - to die for. Great stage, rocking chair, fabulous colors. I"m tempted to just show up tomorrow morning with Harry Potter."

Angel: "If you don"t mind, we"re working here. You know, on that thing you wanted us working on?"
Host: "I really liked that circular search pattern you pitched. Has there been any talk of going back to that?"

Cordy: "Here it is. This is the book that Fred was holding in my vision."
Wesley: "SCRQWRN. What kind of language is that?"
Cordy: "Last checked out May 6th of 1996 - and returned May 7th of 1996."
Angel: "The date she disappeared."
Cordy: "Crv dr pff lr ploos pls..."
Vos strp umpt pls plsrts in uft frm pltz. - Yeah, Pat, I"d like to buy a vowel."
Host: "Landok? Is that you?"
Angel: "You know him?"
Host: "Yeah. But just because I know his name doesn"t mean you can"t knock him unconscious. Please continue."

Landok: "Can it really be you? Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan?"
Host: "It"s clearly rabid. Do your thing, Angel."

Angel: "Krevlorneswath?"
Cordy: "Of the Deathwok Clan?"
Host: "Eh, ah, - I-I prefer Lorne."
Angel: "Lorne."
Host: "Yes. Lorne, if you must. Though I generally don"t go by that because green?"

Cordy: "Huh?"
Angel: "Right. Lorne Greene. Bonanza? Fifteen years on the air not mean anything to anyone here? Okay. *Now* I feel old."

Landok: "What is this place?"
Host: "It"s called Los Angeles, and this isn"t exactly one of the hot spots."

Landok: "Is it a prison? Are these your captors?"
Host: "Whoa, big fella. Put the sharp piece of metal down. These are my friends. Angel, Cordelia, Wesley - Everybody this is Landok."
Landok: "Landokmar of the Deathwok clan."
Cordy: "There is that Deathwok clan thing again. Does that mean that the two of you are..."
Host: "Yeah. Cousins."
Angel: "Cousins?"
Landok: "Your vanishing was a great mystery to our clan."
Host: "Long story, boring ending, really it wouldn"t interest you at all."

Landok: "It was hoped that you had sought atonement by forfeiting your life in the sacrificial canyons of Trelinsk."
Host: "Well, it"s been fun, Landok, but we have to skedaddle. You"ll be just fine. New people come to L.A. all the time and manage to find their way around."

Landok: "Were you abducted into this world as I was?"
Host: "Ah, I came through a portal, yes."
Landok: "Then we will find a path back to our home Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan. We will return together."
Host: "Don"t know about you, but my ticket was strictly one way."
Landok: "You will not return home to remove the shame that you have visited upon your life-giver?"
Host: "Is anyone else getting a little peckish? How does Italian sound, hm?"

Landok: "Your mother"s burden is terrible."
Host: "Misses her little green boo, does she?"

Landok: "She rips your images into tiny pieces, feeds them to the swine, butchers the pigs and has their remains scattered for the dogs."
Host: "Sounds like ma. Tell you what, you pick the spot. I"m game for anything, so..."

Landok: "Does your cowardice really know no limits?"
Host: "The nice people really don"t wanna hear about our family issues."

Cordy: "Sure we do."
Wesley: "Yes. Let"s hear about the cowardice and shame."
Host: "Okay. For your information: not a coward. In fact, my friends and I were just partaking in a Drokken hunt which, regrettably, we must now return to. Now, if you"ll excuse us..."

Landok: "There is a Drokken near by? I will assist in the kill."
Host: "Find your own Drokken."

Wesley: "You know how we can kill it?"
Landok: "All that is required is to pierce it with a weapon dipped in thromite."
Host: "Sorry, cus, thromite? Not exactly existing in this world. Thanks anyway."

Landok: "Then killing the Drokken will be most difficult. It is impervious to most wounds."

Angel: "What if you chop its head off?"
Wesley: "Or run it through with a sword?"
Angel: "Or electrocute it with, oh, lets say about a fifty thousand volt charge?"
Cordy: "Yeah, we"ve had a lot of luck with those things in the past."
Landok: "Without thromite it will take a mighty blow to destroy the Drokken. It is quite strong and fast, very difficult to hit."
Angel: "Well, in order to hit it, we"ve got to find it first."
Landok: "I can track the Drokken for you."

Wesley: "You can?"
Landok: "Wherever it roams it leaves behind waves of hostility."
Wesley: "And you can *read* these waves? - Amazing! All your people do this?"

Landok: "Those who are willing to submit to training."
Host: "Oh, everyone on board. Guilt trip leaving this station."
Landok: "Lead me to where the Drokken entered this world. I will help you slay it."

Wesley: "We"d welcome your help."
Gunn: "You should have waited for me."
George: "We"ve been waiting on you for months, bro."
Landok: "Our path is true, but our arrival untimely. The Drokken has consumed. It will be at maximum power."
Angel: "What"s he doing?"
Host: "He"s channeling his mind to identify the Drokken"s aura. I use that sense to help people find their destinies and I"m a freak. He uses it to hunt, he"s considered the golden spawn. Go figure."

Angel: "So, he"s like some big hero back home."
Host: "Talk about screwed up values. A world of only good and evil, black and white, no gray. No music, no art,
just champions roaming the countryside, fighting for justice. Bo-ring.
You got a problem, solve it with a sword. No one ever admits to having actual feelings and emotions, let alone talks about them. Can you imagine living in place like that?"


Angel: "Not really."
Wesley: "Why isn"t Gunn answering our pages? What if he"s in some kind of trouble?"

Cordy: "Or maybe he"s in the middle of his stake-o-rama. Besides, last time we went chasing after him on a hunt you got shot. Remember?"

Wesley: "Point taken. - What are you doing?"
Cordy: "I don"t know. - We"re missing something here, Wesley."
Wesley: "When we get back to the office I"ll see what I can do about deciphering it."

Cordy: "I mean something bigger."
Wesley: "Like what?"
Cordy: "I don"t know. I just feel like we"re chasing after this monster, which is good and all, but - we"re missing something."

Landok: "The Drokken goes this way. The aura is strong. It"s not far."
Host: "What do you want? A medal?"
Landok: "Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan mocks me?"
Host: "Just the LA in me coming out, I guess."

Landok: "The same Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan who refused the ancient tradition of hunting and gathering."
Host: "I"ll let you in on a little secret, Landok. While the rest of you boys were out hunting I was down at the waterhole chatting up the senioritas, gathering a little love."
Landok: "Your cowardice even extended to the sacred joust."

Host: "For the last time: not a coward. I just saw both sides of the joust.
How you"re supposed to joust someone when you partially agree with their point of view?"

Landok: "The Drokken has taken more food to consume later."
Cordy: "More food? - Oh, you mean people? - Oh! You mean *people*."
Angel: "You"re sure this is where the Drokken came."
Landok: "I am sure."
Angel: "What do we do, Wesley?"
Wesley: "Ah, we don"t have Gunn. Uhm, if it"s as strong as Landok says..."
Angel: "Yeah?"
Wesley: "Perhaps a diversion. I-I have some flares maybe the light will distract him long enough for us to be able to..."

Landok: "Enough of your words!"
Host: "Patience not really a virtue with my people."
Wesley: "Angel, what are you... What are you... We don"t have a plan."
Landok: "Where is my sword?"
Host: "You"re hurt."
Landok: "Fetch my sword."
Host: "You"ve been poisoned."
Landok: "There is time to die *after* the Drokken is slain."
Wesley: "Poisoned?"
Host: "The Drokken"s bite contains a powerful venom deadly to my people."
Wesley: "Is there an antidote?"
Host: "Only back in our world."
Angel: "It"s going after the woman."
"Find the woman. Get her out. I"ll find the Drokken."
Landok: "Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan, my sword!"
Host: "Hello! Martyr complex? You can"t even lift your arm for crying out loud."

Angel: "Hey. You want food? - I can be food. - Pretty tasty here. Come on, where are you? - Here kitty, kitty, kitty. - Here kitty, kitty, kitty."
Wesley: "It"s alright. It"s alright. I"m gonna get you out of here. Don"t be scared."
Angel: "That was fun."
Landok: "If I am to perish this night..."

Host: "Stop right here. No perishables allowed here."

Landok: "If I perish, you will perform the rituals!"
Host: "I certainly will not."
Landok: "I will not receive glory unless you perform the rituals."
Host: "Then glory you will not have."
Landok: "You are the only one here who can officiate."
Wesley: "We have to get him back to his world now or he"s gonna die."
Cordy: "I think I understand."
Angel: "Understand what?"
Cordy: "The vision. This book. I think it"s how we send him back!"
Wesley: "What do you mean?"
Cordy: "If he reads from the book where we know a portal exists I think it"ll send him back. My vision was telling me that that"s what happened to that girl Fred. The portal works both ways."

Angel: "What if instead of sending him back it the portal sends something here?"

Cordy: "It won"t."
Wesley: "How can you be sure?"
Cordy: "I can"t. I-I just am. - Don"t ask me how I know. I just know."

Wesley: "Lets go."
Landok: "Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan, give me your pledge. Will you perform the rituals?"
Host: "I won"t have to. No one"s dying."
"Put the portal up here before. Right there. Talk about upstaging me."
Angel: "I got him."
"Cordy? All you have to do is read aloud from it. Well, that"s the theory anyway."

Landok: "To defeat the Drokken, you must be a great and noble warrior."

Angel: "Well, you know - I try."
Landok: "I am happy to know you."

Host: "Landok, be safe."
Landok: "Goodbye, Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan."
Host: "Tell my mother I... - Tell her I threw myself into the sacrificial canyons of Trelinsk."

Landok: "I feel we will meet again some day."

Host: "Oh, god. I hope not."
Host: "Wha-what"s say we all forget this ever happened."
Angel: "I"m down with that. Wesley?"
Wesley: "Fine with me. Cordy?"
"Cordy!?"
Angel: "Cordy!"
Cordy: "Oh - crap!"

The end
 
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