The Ring Cordy: "Demons, Demons, Demons". Wow. They put a lot of thought into that title. Wesley: It's a demon database. What would you call it? Cordy: I don't know. How about...Demon Database? Wesley: Ah. A name rife with single entendre. Cordy: Why isn't Wolfram and Hart in here? Wesley: Because they're lawyers, not demons? Cordy: Fine line, you ask me. Cordy: Someone oughta create a Intra-Demon Dating Base. You know, like ArchFiend.org, where the lonely and the slimy connect. Cordy: I was just joking, Mister Grouchy Pants. When was the last time you had a dating base? Wesley: For your information, I live a rich and varied social life. Cordy: Oh, I know. Every night it's Jeopardy followed by Wheel of Fortune and a cup of hot cocoa. Look out girls, this one can't be tamed. Wesley: I'll admit it may not be as intoxicating as a life erected on high-fashion pumps and a push-up bra. Cordy: Hey, if anyone is wearing a push-up bra around here it's... Angel! Angel: Do you two need to see a counselor? Cordy: No, I'm way too single entendre to benefit from therapy. Wesley: I don't know why you take everything so personally. Cordy: Me? Oh, this is rich coming from Mr. Don't-Talk-to-Me-Before-I've-Had-my-Flagon-of-Oatbran-in-the-Morning. Angel: Children, we have company. Cordy: Okay, I'm in. What did Darren write down about the demons that took his brother? Wesley: Bald. Ultra-white skin. Slime. Cordy: There's always slime. This is why I don't gamble. You make a small wager one day and a bigger one the next, and before you know it -- Beetlejuicey Albino comes a-knocking! Cordy: Claws or hands? Wesley: He wrote "claw-like hands". Cordy: Could be a mixed-breed. Smell? Wesley: Sulfuric. Cordy: Add a Porsche and hair plugs, and I've dated this guy. A lot. Cordy: Okay, first I say yuck, and then I hit search. Angel: We'll have so much to talk about during the long winter nights. Wesley: He's only been gone one night. Cordy: One long night in which he was supposed to check in with us and didn't. And... he's not someone who tans well. Cordy: You're going to the bookie? Wesley: That's the last place we know Angel went. Cordy: The bookie who may get his jollies cutting off people's extremities? Wesley: That's why I'm taking this! (Wesley pulls out a crossbow, enmeshed in a bunch of other weapons.) Wesley:Along with a few other things. Darren: Trepkos, you're the main event. You'll go against Malish. Cribb: That's not a match-up; that's an execution. Darren: We'll have to find a replacement for his bout. Jack: How about Captain America, here? Wesley: Where is he? Ernie: Your boss gave me two hundred dollars to answer his questions. I'm a businessman. Make an offer. Wesley: You should understand that the man I work for means a great deal to me, and I will not give you a single red cent. What I will do, sir, is beat it out of you, if I have to. Ernie: You're from another country, right? (Wesley displays the crossbow.) Ernie: What are you, Robin Hood? Wesley: You can go now. Cordy: Sir, Madam. I'm Detective Andrews, this is Detective...Yelsu. Wesley: Something's going down tonight! Something with... The Man! Cordy: You almost blew it! Wesley: I saved us! Cordy: "Something's going down with The Man"? You idiot. Cribb: Idiot. Thinks he can get out of this by pulling a Ghandi. Wesley: These Octavian matches date back to the Roman Empire. I'd heard rumors of a revival. Cordy: Couldn't they have just done West Side Story? Cordy: We've got to get Angel out of there. Wesley: I know. But to do that, we have to get him out of those wrist cuffs. No mean feat, they were forged by ancient sorcerers. Cordy: So get an ancient key. Wesley: I may be able to make one myself -- if I could get my hands on one of those cuffs, which isn't going to be easy... (Cordelia displays a cuff.) Wesley:...unless you happened to procure one while I wasn't looking. Jack: Well, that was the most exciting match I've ever seen. My favorite part was when you stuck Baker with the knife. Kind of put a damper on the whole brotherhood spiel. Angel: Someone needs to put you in your place. You... and your brother. Jack: Someone may. Someday. But not you. And not today. Angel: Why put off 'til tomorrow what you can do today? Darren: Let him go. Angel: Soon as you let us go. Darren: Who do you think you are, Moses? Angel: He's your brother. (Darren puts several bullets in Jack.) Darren: Now he's my dead brother. Lilah: How do you feel? Angel: Like I was hit by lightning after the truck ran me over. Angel: You're a fight fan. And a lawyer. Let me guess -- Wolfram and Hart. Lilah: There's not one reason why we can't work together. Angel: You're right...there are about a thousand. Cordy: You'd think people would get enough gratuitous violence watching Jerry Springer. Wesley: I need to see Angel. Tall fellow? Prominent brow? Cribb: Yeah, he's dead. Wesley: Dead? Cribb: About 20 seconds, he will be. He's fighting Trepkos and who the hell are you? Cribb: Gimme your wrist... loser. Trepkos: It was a good fight. Angel: I coulda taken ya. Cordy: Angel, you don't look so... well, it's a good thing you heal fast. Angel: It's also a good thing you guys found me in time. Cordy: We weren't going to let anything happen to you. Well, I mean beyond the slavery and the severe beatings and stuff. Cordy: Wesley came up with the key! Wesley: But Cordelia came up with the key to the key in a clinch moment. Angel: You both did great. And I think we did a good thing here. Wesley: Yes. We set the captives free. Cordy: Well, actually, didn't we set a bunch of demons free? Wesley: Ah well, technically... yes.