She Cordy: Hi! You having fun? Angel: Sure. This is, uh... Cordy: Your idea of hell. Angel: Actually, in hell you tend to know a lot of the people. Girl: Nice sweater. Hand-knit? Wesley: Certainly not by me! Girl: I didn't mean ... I mean, it's a great sweater. Wesley: Oh, well I'll pass that on then ... to the person who knit it. I mean, I would if I knew who did. Which I don't. So I won't pass it on to anyone, will I? Angel: I don?t dance. (Angel enters the kitchen and a chair moves out.) Angel: Hi, Dennis. How ya doin'? (Dennis floats a beer to him.) Angel: Still dead? (drinks) I know the feeling. Angel: Is there coffee? Cordy: They're still in bean form. I thought I ordered the ground. Maybe you could crush the beans with your vampire strength. Just mush the bag. Mush 'em. Angel: Really, uh, fun party last night. Cordy: I'm so glad you came. You know how parties are. You're always worried that nobody's going to be around to suck the energy out of the room like a giant black hole of boring despair. But there you were, in the clinch! Cordy: You used to be a person! Did you never party? Did people not gather in olden times? Angel: I talked to people. Laura. Cordy: Laura thought you hated her; I had to tell her you were challenged. Angel: I have two modes with people: bite and avoid. Hard to shift. Angel: The quiet, reserved thing... don't you think that makes me kind of... I don't know... cool? Wesley: (entering) Good morning! Cordy: He was cooler. Angel: Now I'm depressed. Wesley: I don't suppose there's any leftovers lying about -- any abandoned shrimp puffs? Angel: You're broke, aren't you? Wesley: Angel, a man's finances are his own business. Angel: You want a job? Wesley: Oh, yes, please! Cordy: Well, this is great! Now we're really... Do I have to take a pay cut? (Angel shakes his head.) Cordy:...a team! Cordy: (to Wesley) Don't go getting all sappy. (to Angel) Hold me! Angel: Look, why don't we just. . . Cordy: No! Hold me! (She collapses to the floor.) Cordy: Gross! Oh, Ew! Is all. Ugh. Wesley: What did you see? Cordy: I don't just see. I feel, okay? Thank you, Doyle. Wesley: I intend to earn my keep. Oh, in terms of this keep, by the by... Angel: There's no dental. Wesley: Right, well, I'll floss. Cordy: All I felt was his fear -- and the exploding eyeballs. Did I mention I hate this gig? Angel: Captain Inferno, I presume? That's close enough. I don't do well near an open flame. Angel: I'm not a big talker; I usually let others carry the conversation. I am pretty good at putting these (he brandishes the crowbar) through heads though. Cordy: There are portals now? When did they put in portals? Don't we have enough on our hands with out burning monster fiends coming here? Wesley: We'll figure out who he is, where he comes from -- boss. You can count on it. Cordy: Wesley, stop kissing butt. It's not like we get overtime. (Angel glares.) Cordy: Oh, I'll get right on it. Angel: (on cell phone) Did she care for me? Cordy: Did she Carrie you -- Carrie, like the movie? You know! Angel: (on cell phone) I can hear you now. These things were definitely cooked up by a bored warlock. Angel: (on cell phone) She was very . . . attractive, for a demon. Cordy: A hottie, huh? I guess she's that all right. What with the sizzle. Angel: (on cell phone) The Sizzler? Angel: On the left one spies the painter himself; in the middle distance is the French poet and critic Baudelaire, a friend of the artist. Now, Baudelaire -- interesting fellow. In his poem Le Vampire he wrote: "Thou who abruptly as knife did come to my heart." He strongly believed that evil forces surrounded mankind. And some even speculated that the poem was about a real vampire. Oh, and Baudelaire is actually a little taller and a lot drunker than he's depicted here. Wesley: A ha! Cordy: That better be an "A ha!" of triumph. I was dreaming there was a going-out-of-business sale at Neiman's. Wesley: I think I've located them -- the Vygeries of Odin Tao. Cordy: The whodies of whatty? Angel: I'm guessing the Royal family isn't loving the portal-jumping, refugee-aiding duties you've assigned yourself. Wesley: Now that I'm officially in Angel's employ, I feel it's doubly important to show initiative and drive. We can't just dally ab-- Look! Nancy's Petticoat! Cordy: I wonder how we find where they keep the compost? Wesley: I'd say we follow our noses. Jhiera: How are they doing? Spa Attendant: They're chillin'! Spa Attendant: My shaman has a place in the desert. He never could turn away scantily clad women from any dimension. (Jheira glares at him.) Spa Attendant: You know, I wish you'd let me work on your mirth chakra. Wesley: There's no answer. Cordy: I bet he forgot to turn that thing on again. You'd think a guy who knows how to use an ancient Scythian short bow could figure out how to use a cell phone. Cordy: What are you doing? We nearly got burned from the inside out, and you're here getting all April fresh? Angel: Hello? Angel: Here's the plan: We go in. I start hitting people hard in the face, see where it takes us. Spa Attendant: Welcome, bro! Angel: I need to see Jhiera, now. Spa Attendant: I'm sorry, no Jhiera here, but I already see I can help you. First, let's talk about the clothes vibe. Spa Attendant: And which dimension are you from, brother? Angel: You don't want to know. Wesley: My, what a grip. Very healthy. Surprisingly firm myself, under the jacket. Have a feel. Cordy: You're pathetic! And about to get your eyeballs fried! Tay: You don't understand our ways, human. Angel: No, I don't. And I'm not human. Angel: Sorry! I had a little... Cordy: Mushing didn't work out so great, huh? Cordy: Wow. Groveling isn't just a way of life for you. It's an art. Wesley: I do not grovel. Please don't fire me. Wesley: What happened yesterday was an anomaly. I'm very rarely taken hostage. Wesley: I'm your faithful servant, Angel. Cordy: Like I said, an art. Cordelia: (to Jhiera) Oh, look who's here. Can I get you something? Knife to our throat, you can run away?