Wesley: Why do I always have to be Angel? I wanna be Buffy. 
Cordy: Shut up and scrunch your forehead. 
Angel: Cordelia, Cordelia. You have no idea how much I'm not buying you more
clothes. Unless I fuck up during sweeps. 

Shifty Texans: Bwahahah! Detectives! Hee! 
Cordy: Metatextual joke? 
Gunn: Check. 
Cordy: Sinister relatives with accents? 
Wesley: Check. 
Shifty Texans: (pointedly look at watch) 
Cordy: Broad comedy from... 
Angel: (fails to find own ass with both hands) 
Cordy: Aaaand we're done. 

Fred: Gotta get inside before dark... They mostly come at night... Mostly...

Random Bum: I say we go back to the ship and nuke the site from orbit. 

Angel: Answer the phone or feel myself up? Leaning towards the latter. 
Bug Thing: As I stalk my adversary, it occurs to me that I ought to see him
as multiple images. Instead of one. What with being an insect and all. Well,
at least I'm not a rubber snake. 

GGG: Grrrrr. Grrrrr. Grrrr. 
Angel: But we need... 
GGG: Shove it. 
Angel: What's wrong? Sweetie? Pumpkin? My little candyfloss? 
GGG: Oh fine. Fred's over there. 

Shifty Texans: Hey kiddo. How was slavery? 
Fred: Sucked a thousand asses. 
Cordy: I'm confused. I thought you were funny-crazy, not tragic-crazy. 
Fred: I'm as puzzled as you are. 

Fred: Bye. 
MoG: Bye. 
Angel: Are you really leaving? 
Fred: Nah. 
Angel: Had me for a minute. 
Cordy: Yeah, but you're the dumb one. 

Fred: I'd rather hang around monsters. 
Shifty Texans: Have fun. 
Fred: Thanks for not having me committed. Or caring. 
Shifty Texans: Why worry, honey? You'll be back to comic relief in no time.

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