War Zone Cordy: Mmmm-aah. I've missed that smell. Wesley: Camembert, I believe. Cordy: What? No. Money. I like to smell a little money once and awhile. Angel: She's not just saying that. Hide some in the office some time and watch her. It's uncanny. Angel: Thanks for having us. David: It's a pleasure. Who are you? David: I've always said that I could make a billion dollars in the software and learn to talk to girls. I'm... still working on step two. David: Are you familiar with Dungeons & Dragons? Angel: Yeah, I've seen a few. Wesley: You mean the, uh, role playing game. Angel: Oh. Game. Right. David: I used to play a lot in high school. You know, it was pretty cool. Get to be someone else for a while -- a wizard, a warrior, you know, whole world is magic, and you're fighting troglodytes and romancing exotic demon princesses. You know, it's a rush. Cordy: Did someone find out you were a big nerd? David: No, that's actually public record. David: Some of us got really into it. Especially the demon romance part. And we heard about this place where the real... The guys were joking about getting some tail. Wesley: You went to Madame Dorian's. David: Just once. Wesley: It's a demon brothel. David: Or twice. Wesley: In Bel Air, I believe. The Watcher's Council is rife with stories about it. Angel: How many -- David: Twelve times. Angel: -- people knew about you doing it? Cordy: Don't worry, we're incredibly discreet. We'll mingle here for a few hours so no one suspects. David: When I moved here, I thought it was all glamour and valet parking. There's a whole world here that no one ever sees. Angel: More than one. Madame Dorian: We don't do vampires. Angel: I just came to talk. Madame Dorian: We don't do that either. Nina: Look, ma. No hands! Lenny: What do you want? Angel: Good question. What do I want. Love, family, place on this planet I can call my own. But you know what? Lenny: What? Angel: I'm never going to have any of those things. And unless these few minutes go exactly the way I want them to, neither are you. Lenny: Look, pal. You're obviously not from around here. But trust me, you do not want to see my bad side. Angel: You show me yours -- (game face on) -- I'll show you mine. Cordy: I'm in charge of the... unh... m-m-mo... Wesley: I think there's been some mistake. Cordy: I'm sure Mr. Nabbit knows how to write a check. Cordy: I like David. It's such a strong, masculine name. Just... feels good in your mouth. Angel: Ow! You know, for some reason, I'm getting the impression you don't like me too much. Maybe I'm just overreacting. Wesley: Oh my. Angel: It's upside down. Wesley: Certainly not something you ought to have framed. Cordy: How does that feel? Wesley: I can't possibly imagine it was pleasant. Cordy: I was talking to Angel. Cordy: You look... Angel: Like I've been beaten and stabbed? Cordy: Want to see the check again? Wesley: I can certainly understand their stake first and ask questions later state of mind. That's how they survive. Cordy: And the idea of a vampire in a white hat probably seems a little gimme a break-y. Angel: Ah. Ah. Can I just see that check again? Gunn: The guy bugs me, Alonna. Alonna: Everybody bugs you. Gunn: You bug me the most! Cordy: You know, there's nothing like riding in a convertible with the top down to make you see the sun and sand. Mmmm. Smell that salt air. Wesley: That's not salt. Cordy: I don't think it's air, either. Cordy: Reality is a choice, Wesley. You see what you want to see, and I'll see what I want to see. Wesley: A man exiting an alley pushing a shopping cart. Cordy: No, I see a very tan lifeguard type with large... Wesley: You ask this gentleman if he's seen anyone that fits the description of our young vampire killers, while I check the power line for any taps. Cordy: Uh, why don't you ask him and I'll check for taps? Wesley: Because you can imagine him as a scantily clad buff young stud, while I'm stuck with the naked truth. Gunn: I don't need advice from some middle class white dude that's dead! Cordy: Trying to open that? They locked you in, huh? Angel: No. I just love old meat lockers. Wesley: You should have tried to call us on your cell phone. ... You probably forgot you had it. Angel: These things hardly ever work. Besides it was a lot easier and quicker to just... Look, I'm the boss here. I say when we use the cell phones, and people are gonna die, and I have to go. Cordy: You're welcome. Alonna: Say good-bye to everything you ever knew. Gunn: Good-bye. (He dusts her.) Knox: She was so sweet, your sister. So smooth goin' down, if you know what I mean. Angel: Here's the deal. You can go. Knox: What? Angel: If you go now, and I never see any of you again, you get to live. Knox: Are you high? Angel: L.A.'s my territory. You want to stay out of it for the rest of your eternal lives. These kids, my town -- off limits from now on. Vampire: Who the hell are you? You know who you're talkin' to, you fool? Angel: Name's Angelus. (He stakes Knox.) I wasn't actually talkin' to you. Wesley: I asked for a coffee. I know it must be in here someplace. Wesley: Certainly gives one a sense of perspective, doesn't it? Cordy: Yes. It does. And I think, perspectively speaking, I might want to prostitute myself to billionaire David Nabbit. Wesley: Cordelia! Cordy: What I mean is, he's a nice guy who wants companionship. I could use some security. So when I say "prostitute," what I mean is... Wesley: Prostitute. Cordy: For instance. Wesley: Do you think you really could? Cordy: I dunno. I could probably learn to love him. Looks aren't everything. Chemistry. Personality, that's important. And except for a lot of... other... It's not what's on the outside that... Nah. Never mind. Angel: I'll be around. Gunn: I don't need no help. Angel: I might.