OVER THE RAINBOW
Cordy: "Angel? - Wesley! - Mr. Green-Mojo-Guy"s cousin? - Help!!"
"Right. Good one, Cor. Scream *very* loudly so the hellbeasts come to you."
"Worth a shot. - So. - Silver lining. - It"s kind of a pretty place - when you look at it: woodsy woods, sunny and mild..."
Cordy: "Giant hairy hellbeast staring at me. That"s - that"s incredibly frightning. Good hellbeast. You"re a lazy hellbeast, aren"t you? Yeas. You"re gonna stay right there while I run for my life."
Lorne: "I don"t know where she is. I mean, m-my world, sure, but who knows if she"s even... oh no, "cause there"s the... and the with the oh. God I wish I could get drunk."
Wesley: "Okay, let"s approach this logically."
Angel: "Screw logic. We"re getting Cordy back."
"We"re gonna open up another portal and we"re going in after her."
Wesley: "Angel, I don"t think that"s a good idea."
Angel: "Wesley, I don"t think I care."
Wesley: "But we"re completely unprepared. We should go back to the hotel, do some research."
Angel: "I don"t wanna research, alright? I wanna jump through the big swirly hole thingy and save Cordelia!"
Wesley: "We might never be able to get back!"
Angel: "It"s Cordy."
Angel: "Krv Drpglr pwlz..."
Lorne": "Oh crap."
Angel: "...chkwrt strplmt dwghzn prqlrzn lffrmtplzt."
Angel: "Maybe I have to be standing where the portal opens."
Angel: "Krv Drpglr pwlz chkwrt strplmt dwghzn prqlrzn lffrmtplzt!"
"What, is it - out of batteries? Is this thing out of batteries?!?"
Lorne: "I don"t know. I don"t know how it works."
Angel: "Damn it!"
"I just got her back."
Wesley: "There"s obviously not going to be any big swirly hole jumping without a big swirly hole."
Lorne: "Yeah. Right."
Wesley: "So I suggest we return to the hotel, figure out a way to make one."
Lorne: "You know, maybe it"s best that you can"t get in."
Lorne: "I"m just saying, my world? You-you don"t want to jump into my world looking like that."
Angel: "Like what?"
Lorne: "Like a human."
Cordy: "No, no, wait! - I"m not supposed to die like this."
"Oh, thank god - and also - eww!
ODM: "Come here boy. Seekul!"
"Ha, ha, c"mere. Come on. Ha, ha."
"Good boy, Seekul. Yes. Yes."
Cordy: "Really cute - thing, you got there. Personally I"ve always been a real - thing lover."
ODM: "Good boy. Good boy. You found me a cow."
Cordy: "Hey. Who"re calling cow, mister!"
"Uhm - Oh-oh."
ODM: "A fine old cow. Good cow. She"ll fetch a pretty price at the market."
Cordy: "Okay. But you"re like Hindu, right? You don"t eat the cows, right?"
ODM: "Kind of a chatty cow, huh, Seekul? That"ll drag down the price."
Cordy: "Wait! Wait,wait wait!"
Angel: "Start talking."
Lorne: "About my dimension? Okay, sure. Lets see. I was there. I came here. I like here. I don"t wanna go there. So, is that all? Because I have to clean up the club."
"Let"s start simple. How did you get from your world to here?"
Lorne: "Through a portal."
Angel: "And how did you open that portal?"
Lorne: "I didn"t."
Angel: "You"re not helping me here."
Lorne: "Look, it"s no secret that I hate Pylea."
Lorne: "My home dimension. Back when I lived there I would have done *anything* to get out. Anything! So one day, five years ago, I"m in the woods when suddenly right in front of me, out of nowhere, a portal appears. It-it was like my prayers had finally been answered."
Angel: "You knew it was a portal."
Lorne: "Well, no. At first I didn"t know what the heck it was. But when I went to take a closer look, the forest goes all bendy, big flashy light and whoosh! - through the portal and bang - I"m in another dimension.
This dimension - which I *love* and adore and will never, never, never *never* leave."
Angel: "But then who opened the portal?"
Lorne: "Gift horse. Mouth.
Angel: "Alright. So where did you end up in this dimension?"
Lorne: "In an abandoned building, unlike any building I"d ever seen. And that"s when I realized that I"d been delivered from hell. - I created Caritas in that very spot."
Angel: "So you"re saying that Pylea is a hell dimension, that Cordy is stuck in hell."
Lorne: "Oh, not literally - but it runs a close second."
Angel: "I find that hard to believe."
Host: "Do you? - Well, try this: they have *no* music there. It doesn"t exist. Do you know what that"s like?
No lullabies, no love songs.
All my life I thought I was crazy. That I had ghosts in my head or something. Simply because I could hear music.
Of course I didn"t know it was music.
All I knew was that it was something beautiful and - and painful - and right.
And I was the only one who could hear it. - Then I wound up here and heard Aretha for the fist time... Well. Don"t kid yourselves. Cordy"s in a *very* bad place."
Wesley: "It"s cold!"
Angel: "What? Put on a sweater."
Wesley: "No. No, no, no. The hotspot is cold. - Certain geographical areas are rife with psychic energy.
These areas tend to function as - dimensional hotspots, natural gateways between worlds. I"m guessing Caritas is one such spot. But the catch is..."
Angel: "Oh god, got to have one of those."
Wesley: "Creating a portal tends to deplete a hotspot of its psychic energy."
Angel: "And since we already opened one..."
Wesley: "...the hotspot is cold. That"s why you couldn"t open a second portal."
Angel: "See, I *was* right. It was the batteries."
Wesley: "The same probably applies to the one in the library."
Lorne: "Oh, why not then wait until the portal recharges?"
Angel: "Because we"ve already wasted enough time. We have to find another hotspot and fast."
Wesley: "That"s not our only problem."
Angel: "Of course it"s not."
Wesley: "When separate entities enter a dimensional portal they tend to - well - separate. Assuming we find another hotspot, and manage to open another portal, if we simply jump in, we could end up literally on opposite ends of the world."
Lorne: "That means Landok and Cordy..."
Wesley: "...didn"t arrive together."
Angel: "She really is alone."
Wesley: "Gunn! Where have you been? We"ve been... We spoke hours ago."
Wesley: "No, it"s okay. It"s fine. Uh: will you update him?"
Angel: "Yeah. We"ve got two problems. One: we got to find a dimensional hotspot, and two: we got to figure out how we can all get through the portal without..."
Gunn: "I"m not going."
Gunn: "Last night I lost one of my crew. - I should have been there, but... - I"m sorry but Wes said the trip was one way and-and I can"t! - I know that makes me... I don"t know what it makes me. But I figured I just owed to you to tell you face to face. Wish you luck. - Please. Find her."
Lorne: "Hmm, tough decision. Poor kid. - But I"m right there with him."
Angel: "Yeah. Me too, I guess."
Lorne: "No, I mean about the not going part. You do know I"m not going, right?"
Angel: "What? - But it"s your world. We need a guide."
Lorne: "Remember when I said that I loved this dimension and I"m never, never, *never* gonna leave? Well, exactly which never did you not understand?"
Angel: "First Gunn and now... I-I can"t believe this!"
Lorne: "I"m sorry guys, but, I tell you what, I"ve got an idea about finding your hotspot. Back in a jiff."
Wesley: "Gunn does have - responsibilities - ties - people to take care of."
Angel: "So do I. - Right now - you and I- have to figure out - how to save her."
ODM: "She is a good cow. Strong. Maybe a little talkative, but you can whip it out of her."
Vakma: "Skinny. Ugly, too. One pig."
ODM: "Two pigs."
Vakma: "For this old cow? She probably croak before I can get her home."
ODM: "A pig and a pint then. Flip liquor."
Vakama: "Fine. Put the collar on her."
"Ever since the last cow died we"ve mucking out the flehegna stables ourselves. You should see my rash."
Cordy: "I got it, I got it" "Okay. Okay. Look. First of all - I"m a human being - not a cow. You can"t just barter a human being!
Second of all: one pig? One *measly* pig? Third of all there has been a *huge* misunderstanding. See, I am an American and I have rights. And right now I"d like to get right back to... That hurt!"
Vakma: "Cows aren"t for talking they"re for doing their job if they know what"s good for them. You can come by tomorrow and pick up your stuff. Come on cow."
Cordy: "If you think I"m gonna follow you..."
"Ow! You got another think... Ow! Coming."
Aggie: "You don"t know where you"re going. You"re lost. Miles from anything that grounds you. I get a deep sense of longing - separation."
Lorne: "Is this a bad time?"
Aggie: "It"s like you feel cut off."
Lorne: "Hey, Aggie, how"s it going?"
Aggie: "Ah, you know the business. Vague predictions, lengthy pauses, anything to keep the numbers rolling."
Aggie: "You"re hiding from the mob?"
Lorne: "Don"t get me started. I know it"s Hollywood chic going incognito and all, but this hat"s really chafing my horns!"
Aggie: "So, what brings you to the office?"
Lorne: "Like you don"t already know."
Aggie: "Oh, I know. I just want to see what kind of spin you"re gonna put on it."
Lorne: "Dimensional portals. Psychic hotspots. I need to find one."
Lorne: "Ah, some friends of mine are going on a little trip."
Aggie: "Hm, I see. And the big flashing neon warning light in your aura means what?"
Lorne: "Eat at Joe"s. - So, can you help me pin down a hotspot?"
Lorne: "Got to admit, I didn"t see *that* coming."
Aggie: "I"m getting all these ugly conflict vibes coming off you, Lorne. And they"re all pointing at that portal."
Lorne: "A-are you sure you"re not just seeing the chili I had for lunch yesterday because, whohoo, you wanna talk about conflict! They need the hotspot because they"re going to Pylea, my home dimension."
Aggie: "And you"re not going with them?"
Lorne: "Hey, I"d rather have a hydrochloric acid facial. I"d rather invite a hive of wasps to nest in my throat. I"d rather sit through a junior high school production of Cats! - You see where I"m going with this?"
Aggie: "Not Pylea."
Aggie: "Well, it"s too bad then. Now they"ll never rescue the girl."
Lorne: "Come again?"
Aggie: "I can find your hotspot, Lorne, but on one condition: you"ve got to go with them.
It"s the only way you"ll ever resolve all those issues that are clouding up your aura, I can see it! - And be honest. Deep down you"ve always known you"d have to take that one last trip home."
Lorne: "It"s the "last" that scares me."
Aggie: "Well, sometimes the journey is taken simply because - it must be taken. - Is that vague enough for you?"
Lorne: "Is that what I sound like? Eeesh. No *wonder* people complain."
Wesley: "I suppose I could try a binding spell of some kind. Something to fuse us together as we enter the portal."
Angel: "Good. Let"s do that. Let"s..."
Wesley: "However, we could emerge on the other side as a freakishly hybridized Siamese twin."
Angel: "Keep looking?"
Wesley: "You know this is the third reference I"ve seen to iron or metal. Could be a clue as to how to prevent us from scattering."
Angel: "What, we handcuff ourselves together? Who do we know that has handcuffs?"
Wesley: "Well, I - wouldn"t know. And anyway, I don"t think handcuffs would work."
Angel: "What will work, Wesley? It"s been twelve hours since she"s been sucked through that portal. There is no telling what could have happened by now. - What do you want?"
Park: "Angel. Good afternoon."
Angel: "Lawyers. Don"t you people sleep during the day?"
Park: "I"m Gavin Park. This is my associate, Mr. Hayes. We represent Wolfram and..."
Angel: "Already bored."
Park: "We"ve come to appraise the hotel."
Park: "Correct me if I"m wrong, but your lease expires in six months and Wolfram and Hart is interested in purchasing this building."
Angel: "You got to be kidding me. You guys - couldn"t get me to turn evil, so now you wanna evict me? You know, they"re trying to annoy me to death."
Park: "We"d like to take a walk around the place if you don"t mind."
Angel: "You think I mind?"
Park: "Very well. We"ll notify the real estate company of your non-compliance. They should send you a notice of obligation. After that if you still refuse to cooperate, well, - I"m sure that somewhere in your lease agreement there *must* be one or two loop holes to be - exploited."
Angel: "How quick can we get out of this world?" А?
Cordy: "I wanna go home. I wanna be in my bed. I wanna - order some Thai food and read the latest issue of Marie Claire. I wanna be doing anything but shoveling demon horse poop!"
"That woman has ears like a bat! There"s got to be a way to get this thing off."
Voice: "Don"t do that!"
Cordy: "Who"s there? What do you want?"
Voice: "I forget. It"s not important. But - but if you take the collar off, bad things will happen to your head."
Fred: "Like - it"ll implode. So don"t take the collar off, okay? Cause-cause I can"t talk to you if you don"t have a head, okay?"
Cordy: "Okay. A-are you a human?"
Fred: "Keep-keep shoveling! Go shovel."
Where did you come from?"
Cordy: "Los Angeles. How long have you been here?"
Fred: "I was born here. I-I mean, not really. I j-just... some-sometimes I think I was. I mean, I don"t think it was my thought. I forget certain words. How"d you get here?"
Cordy: "Hold on. Why don"t you tell me where here is first?"
Fred: "Pylea. Keep shoveling! Geez! Another dimension. You"re lost. I can tell. So many of us are lost even there. But - but it"s true. I"m not crazy. Well, crazy, but I"m not wrong.
Cordy: "So, how do I get out of here?"
Fred: "Oh. I forgot. Laughing. You don"t. They use you as a slave. Then your body gives - zip! - Gone."
Cordy: "Well, that"s not happening to me, okay? I have friends back in LA. They"re gonna come rescue me. Any time now."
Fred: "I tried to get back. I didn"t have the mass, which is strange because... How"d you get here?"
Cordy: "I"m pretty sure I, ah, I was sucked in by a portal."
Fred: "A - a portal?"
Fred: "Where was it?"
А male voice: "Fugitive!"
Fred: "Oh no!"
Men: "There she is. Get her! Get her!"
Cordy: "What"s going on?"
"What"s going on?"
Narwek: "On your face, cow. On the floor."
Cordy: "No! No!"
Fred: "Let go of me. Stop! Stop!"
Narwek: "A disabled collar. Clever little cow. You should have stayed in the woods!"
Fred: "Let go! Let go!"
Angel: "So as soon as Wes solves our scattering problem, we"ll be leaving. Don"t know if we"ll be coming back. - It"s eleven sixteen. Cordy"s been gone for almost twenty-four hours now. - I think I covered everything. - Oh. The mortgage for the hotel - is under the company name. The lease is up on six months, at least that"s what they tell me, so... I guess that"s it. - Take care of yourself."
Lorne: "How you"re holding up?"
Angel: "I wanna go bad. I"m just waiting for Wes to have that Eureka moment."
Angel: "Oh, jeez. Thank god."
Lorne: "You mean he actually really says Eureka?"
Wesley: "I know how to get us through the portal!"
Angel: "Good. Let"s go!"
Vakma: "Gimme six packets of hefroot, four queeks, a bottle of flip liquor, and a spatula."
Cordy: "Uhm, Vakma? Is it... earlier that-that girl in the barn..."
Vakma: "Shut up, Cow! Trensiduf of the Gathwok Clan was right. You talk too much. And you"re about to spill my viper"s milk."
Cordy: "Well, I-I"m sorry. It"s just if I wasn"t carrying every... Oh, no."
Vakma: "Stand up straight, cow. That milk is worth more than you are."
"Bad Cow! Bad!"
Cordy: "A Drokken. It"s attacking one of your villagers, near the forest, by a-a big, yellow rock."
"Isn"t anyone gonna ask if I"m okay?"
Vakma: "Cursed! My cow is cursed!"
Cordy: "No, wait. Wait. It"s not a curse! This villager, You *have* to go save him, or the Drokken will..."
Сhanting: "cursed, cursed."
Lorne: "Here. Stop here."
Angel: "Here? Isn"t this a movie studio?"
Lorne: "It makes a certain kind of sense, no? - Anyway, this is where Aggie said it was. And Aggie is never wrong when it comes to hotspots.
She was doing sky bar way before Brad and Jennifer. - Anyway - you got the book? Good. Hold that puppy tight, okay? It"s bad enough I got to cross over.
The last thing I wanna do is to be stuck on the other side, waiting for a mystical locksmith."
Wesley: "Alright then. I suppose we should probably begin."
Angel: "Should I... - you know, I don"t know, maybe put the top up?"
Wesley: "Shouldn"t be necessary. If I"m right, we only require a metal enclosure on four sides in order to ensure that we travel through the portal together. The car, top up or down, should do it. - I"m almost positive."
Wesley: "Ninety - six percent. Well, it"s not like I"ve ever done this before! And with the time factor I"m under a great deal of..."
Gunn: "Oh, suck it up, English."
Wesley: "Gunn. How did you..?"
Gunn: "Got a phone message. Sounded like the captain of the Titanic getting ready to go down with the ship."
Angel: "I-I just thought - that someone on this side - should - know the details - in case..."
Lorne: "A backup man! Terrific idea! Well, now that he"s going, I suppose someone should stay here, mind the store. Don"t worry, I"m not disappointed. Just get me something nice to..."
Wesley: Shut up!
Wesley: "Everyone set?"
Gunn: "Let"s get a move on."
Wesley: "Right. Here goes. - Krv Drpglr pwlz chkwrt strplmt dwghzn prqlrzn lffrmtplzt!"
Angel: "Ninety-six percent, huh?"
Wesley: "Give or take."
Angel: "Okay, gentlemen, take a good look around."
"Now say good-bye!"
Angel: "The sun. Daylight. Quick. Hand me a blanket. Hand me a blanket or I"m gonna catch on fire!"
"Hand me a blanket! I"m gonna catch on fire!"
"Why am I not on fire?"
Gunn: "Yo, that was phat!"
Wesley: "Well, it is another dimension. Perhaps their sun..."
Lorne: "Back up, Copernicus. That"s suns. Plural."
Wesley: "Suns. Yes. Well, perhaps they don"t have the same effect on vampires."
Angel: "Hey! Watch it. Alright?"
Gunn: "Did you all see the street do that bendy thing?"
Angel: "So, we made it then. This is your world."
Lorne: "Oh yes. Home sweet hell."
Angel: "Ha! I"m not on fire."
Wesley: "And we"re together. And we didn"t merge into some freakish, four-men Siamese twin!"
Gunn: "That was a risk? How come nobody told me that was a risk?"
Angel: "Can everyone just notice how much fire I"m not on?"
Lorne: "Yeah, it"s a beautiful day in the neighborhood alright. Now, may I suggest we find some way to hide the car? It"ll be a little conspicuous, seeing as we don"t have convertibles in this world.
Or you know, cars."
Gunn: "Wonder if this is where Cordy came through."
Wesley: "Could be.
Angel: "Let"s start gathering some branches, some brush. Anything to cover up the car. Oh, hey, look. There is some over in that patch of sun. I"ll get them!"
Gunn: "Hey, I"ll give it to you. Trip into an alternate universe? Pretty damn cool."
"But I wanna find Cordy, quick."
Lorne: "Me too. Well, I-I mean for her sake of course. - If I know Pylea, she could probably use a friend right about now."
Cordy: "Uhm, I"d just like to say - that I don"t know anything about a curse. Okay? I just have these visions that..."
"I don"t get them very often."
Narwek: "We found the body out by Dester"s rock. A Drokken beast had fed on his flesh."
Cordy: "Oh god, it"s you. Look, I"m really sorry about that. Honest. But I didn"t make it happen, I just saw it."
Narwek: "Before it had come to pass."
Narwek: "It is the curse!"
Cordy: "No. No curse. Just visions. They"re not dangerous. I use them to help people."
Deep voice: "Enough."
Silas: "We must discover beyond all doubt if this girl is cursed with the sight. We will commence the test."
Cordy: "Test. But I haven"t studied. - Not much with the humor, are you, guys?"
Silas: "Bring forth the instrument."
"Now we shall see if you are truly cursed, my child. - I pray you are not."
Cordy: "Please. Please. I"ll keep them to myself. I"ll never mention them again. Please no. No! No!"
"Help me! Help!"
Angel: "This should do it. Are you ready?"
Lorne: "Yeah. I think we"re only a couple miles from town, but we"ll have to walk it."
Angel: "No problem here, walking in the sun. Hey, do it all the time."
Wesley: "Yes, we"re all heartily aware that you"re not on fire. - Shall we go?"
"Don"t forget the book."
Wesley: "What"s wrong?"
Angel: "I just don"t think that"s funny."
Wesley: "I wasn"t trying to be... What?"
Angel: "Wesley, I don"t have the book."
Angel: "You had the book."
Wesley: "I don"t have the book."
Gunn: "Who had the book?"
Wes and Angel: "No, I didn"t. - Yes you did!"
Lorne: "Whoa. Ho, ho, whoa. Did we *look* in the car?"
Angel: "There is nothing there. I checked it before we started hiding it to make sure we didn"t leave anything."
Lorne: "Oh! Like say the *book*!"
Wesley: "Hold on. The book was in the car. That much we know. But, but perhaps - perhaps its only function is to open portals *to* Pylea. In which case it would be useless *in* Pylea and therefore - it only exists in our own dimension."
Lorne: "Oh. You know, ordinarily I handle bad news really well. I just drown my sorrows in an ice-cold gin and tonic, little squeeze of lime, except where they don"t *have* them here!!"
Angel: "Guys. Guys. You guys. We"ll figure out another way to get back. We will. But right now we gotta find Cordelia, okay? That"s why we"re here, right? - She needs us. - Let"s go."
Wesley: "You grabbed the book when..."
Lorne: "I can"t believe..."
Wesley: You grabbed it.
Silas: "The tests are complete. It is the unanimous decision of the covenant that the girl - is afflicted. She carries the curse of the sight."
Lorne: "Just remember, keep your heads down. Xenophobia kind of a watch-word where I"m from."
Gunn: "I don"t get it. Why"re they afraid of Xena? I mean, I think she"s kind of fly."
Wesley: "Xenophobia. Fear of foreigners?"
Gunn: "Oh. Then can we pretend I didn"t just say that?"
Lorne: "Now, right over there is Blix"s house -- a boyhood chum of mine. Ah, we were the best of buds, always playing games, watching out for each other, close as a Torto demon and its parasite. I"ll make the approach. You three stay here -- we gotta keep a low profile."
Lorne: "Because otherwise you might get beaten to death with sticks. Be right back."
Blix: "What?! - Traitor! Deserter! Betrayer!"
Lorne: "We should run. Now!"
Men: "Cease them!"
Angel: "Hey, what now? Where do we go now?"
Lorne: "Probably to the nearest dungeon. We"re surrounded."
Wesley: "We"ve been through a lot together, fellows. Fought a lot of fights. Faced some pretty steep odds."
Gunn: "I take the twenty on the left, you take the fifty on the right."
Wesley: "I think we"re winning!"
Narwek: "Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok clan."
Lorne: "Constable Narwek. Lovely to see you again. So, how"ve you been?"
Narwek: " Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok clan, you have returned. - Why?"
Lorne: "Actually I"ve been asking myself that very same question."
Narwek: "Who are these cow-scum. You are all dressed - very strangely."
Lorne: "They"re not cow-scum. They"re humans and they"re my friends."
Narwek: "Cows are not friends. They are creatures of labor. Beasts of burden, no more! I do not know where you have been, Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok clan, but it is *clear* that you have abandoned the teachings of your people. Take him away. We will begin interrogations immediately."
Angel: "Wait! You can"t do this."
Lorne: "What? Hey, watch it guys! Easy!
Narwek: "You dare to use your tongue in *my* presence?"
"For the crime of assault - against those judged to be your betters - you are to be detained until our royal highness passes sentence upon you."
Gunn: "I"m guessing community service is out."
Gunn: "Too bad. I really like those orange vests."
Wesley: "Gunn, stop."
Narwek: "Put these things away."
Silas: "Time has arrived my brethren. - She is indeed cursed with the sight. - Measures must be taken. - Blood must be spilled."
Gunn: "It"s no use. This thing"s made out of some magical alloy."
Wesley: "Really? How can you tell?"
Gunn: "I can"t. I"m just making myself feel better."
"You found anything yet?"
Angel: "Sealed up tight. Got to be at least six - seven inches thick at least. You?"
Wesley: "No. No, these impenetrable stone walls are proving to be rather..."
Gunn: "You say impenetrable and I will kick your ass."
Wesley: "I was always horrified by those stories about the tower of London."
Angel: "Wasn"t that bad."
Wesley: "Yes? - Well, compared to this place I"m sure the tower takes on a certain - nostalgic glow.
I wonder if they"re treating the host any better."
Gunn: "Well, sure. The way that constable said interrogation I figure he"s just in for a little light wrist slapping. - That - or he"s dead."
Angel: "Shut up."
Gunn: "Well, I ain"t saying it"s *not* wrist slapping."
Angel: "No, shut up."
Gunn: "How we"re supposed to hear anything..."
Angel: "I can hear two men talking in the hall."
Angel: "Talking about a girl with visions."
Angel: "A covenant - a curse - something about testing the girl for sight. - They said she screamed."
Wesley: "Those *bastards*!"
Angel: "They"re about to take us to a castle. - We"re gonna be sentenced."
Guard: "Out, prisoners!"
Angel: "Be ready."
Lorne: "Oh. Am I glad to see you. - And so much less dead than I expected."
Angel: "What did they do to you/"
Lorne: "Oh, well, first there was the welcome home parade thrown in my honor. Ticker tape, streamers. Honestly, I"m so touched, I almost wept."
"Locked me in a room, pushed me around, asked a bunch of questions. Your standard film noir."
Angel: "I think we might have a lead on Cordy."
Lorne: "You found her?"
Angel: "No. I overheard two guys talking about a girls with visions. Said she was cursed."
Lorne: "Yikes. I don"t like the sound of *that*."
Angel: "They mentioned something about a covenant? Ah, something about performing tests on her?"
Wesley: "Angel, I hate to state the obvious, but we need to get out of here."
Narwek: "Silence. Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok clan, you and the cow-trash are not to speak."
Lorne: "Ah, de-bunch your panties, Narwek."
Narwek: "You - are a traitor to your home. You abandoned your life-giver, betrayed your people and now you consort with these - animals. - I *will* take great pleasure in watching them kill *you* slowly."
Angel: "They take us in separately or together?"
Angel: "Separately or together. Quickly. We don"t have much time."
Lorne: "I don"t know! I"ve never been sentenced to death before - together?"
Angel: "Listen up."
Narwek: "After that, drag the bodies to the village square. We will hang their corpses as a warning. - Prisoners! They day of judgement has arrived. Approach! The venerable monarch of Pylea, General of the Ravenous Legion, Eater of Our Enemy"s Flesh, Prelate of the Sacrificial Blood Rites, and Sovereign Proconsul of Death, is prepared to pass sentence on upon you."
Narwek: "Open the doors."
Cordy: "Hi, guys."