Fred: How is the Connor fund?
Angel: There was a dollar eighty-three in the cushions out there. That's perfectly good money just lying around.
 
Fred: Is this the right phone number?
 
Wesley: Adorable.
Gunn: So sweet.
Wesley: I meant the baby.
Gunn: I meant the hot mama.
 
Angel: Helping the helpless, finding Holtz, and making money are out *three* number one priorities.
 
Wesley: The Internet article I'm currently writing posits a formula for the genome mapping of creatures who don't have genes. It's an exciting arena.
Lorne: One I'm sure we can all download at 'I'll never know the love of a woman dot com.'
 
Cordelia: Out on a case.
Fred: There's a young woman whose dead boyfriend is stalking her.
Angel: That's terrible. Did you...
Cordelia: I ran her credit. She's solvent.
Angel: Nice. Hey, how's my little magnum cum laude, Notre Dame, class of two thousand twenty?
 
Lorne: They apologize for their paltry offering and hope you'll accept…Fifty thousand dollars!?!
Angel: Fifty...
Cordelia: ...thousand...
Fred: ...Dollars?
Angel: We accept.
 
Cordelia: Hey! I'd just like a word here.
Lorne: Oh-ho-ho, you guys are *so* gonna get your butts kicked!
Cordelia: Lorne.
Lorne: Sorry. I yield the floor to the person *not* tied up on it.
 
Cordelia: I'm just saying a boat.
Angel: No. College fund.
Cordelia: Yes. College fund - and pay our bills - and put a down payment on a boat.
Angel: We're not getting a boat.
Cordelia: Hmm, they're fun.
Angel: They're expensive. And when would I go on this boat, hmm?
Cordelia: Moonlight sails. Okay. College fund…pay our bills…and rent a ski condo in Aspen.
Angel: Ski condo?
Cordelia: There's got to be some fun in our lives.
Angel: Hmm - I like a ski condo.
Cordelia: Sure. Snow. Trees. Chipmunk robots on ice...
Angel: Chipmunk robots... on ice...