Angel: You know what's special?
MoG: We were hoping, nothing.
Angel: Ballet Day at Angel Investigations!
Wesley: Every day is Ballet Day at Angel Investigations.
Cordelia: No, more of a circus.
Gunn: I was going with "zoo".
Angel: C'mon! It's a famous troupe! Russian! Their name means "blintzes" - 
very classical! They drove me to tears!
MoG: At the technique?
 

Cordelia: Let's dress like expensive escorts.
Fred: ...
Cordelia: Something wrong?
Fred: Nothing. I am just biting my tongue.
 

Gunn: I wanna go backstage!
Wesley: Hold your horses, Dyagilev.
Angel: Yeah, hello? Pecking order? Cordelia, we're going.
Gunn: I have no lines, but I intend to pout.
 

Cordelia: Oooh, evil decor!
Angel: Darlin'. How *you* doin'?
Cordelia: Do we have to?
Angel: 'Fraid so.
Cordelia: But whyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Angel: How should I know?
Cordelia: Couldn't I just do a demon pregnancy?
Angel: Do you want me to answer that?
Cordelia: No.
 

Evil Decor: Ahem. Mystery lovers? With the mystery? To be solved?
Cordelia: Okay, but keep your mystery meat away from me. Angel? Angel?
Angel: ...Mmmngph.
Cordelia: Vampire tongue... is sort of... okay...
Random Evil: Raaaaaa!
Angel: Who are you?
Random Evil #1: Brothers Karamazov. He's the difficult one.
Random Evil #2: Yeah, as if *your* benders are a picnic.
Angel: WHACK! Now, where were we?
Cordelia: Drinking heavily?
Recapper: No, that's me.
 

Gunn: Psst. Wesley. Hold my hand.
Fred: Get a room. Hey! Where are you going?
Wesley: Backstage?
Fred: Well, I'm coming with you.
Gunn: And you're not the only one.
Wesley: The only evil here is that single-entendre.
Fred: And the jungle sounds from the dressing room.
Random Evil: And US!
 

Angel: Didn't I kill you?
Random Evil: Russian angst is eternal!
Ballerina: As I can testify even though I look Chinese.
Evil "Is There Any Other Kind?" Count: Shut up.
Ballerina: Okay.
Angel: No! Don't listen! You can do it! You can heal the 
really-sick-of-ballet, wounded child within and begin a journey of 
self-actualization!
Ballerina: Americans are crazy. I'm going back to the collective farm. 
Except that they turned it into a gymnasics school for the elderly.
 

Angel: So what have we learned?
Fred: Gunn loves me.
Gunn: And I love Fred.
Wesley: And I love Gunn.
Angel: And I love Cordelia.
Cordelia: And I love Groo.
Audience: And we... don't.

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