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come wander through the BuffyVerse...| Cordelia: Earth to retards: you have an obsession you pretty much squeeze it into your schedule, no matter what! from Redefinition (Season 2) | Next Clip in Episode |
(A table at Caritas.)
CORDELIA: (slightly slurred) But see, that's what I'm saying. If Wesley hadn't been all shaking his finger...
WESLEY: No, no, no.
CORDELIA: ...and no, no, no, this *whole* Darla-thing would have just, you know, blown over.
GUNN: What?!
WESLEY: Blown over? Angel is obsessed with Darla. Obsessions don't just blow over.
GUNN: Right.
CORDELIA: Well, you certainly didn't help by making him feel *guilty* about it. You shamed him into firing us!
WESLEY: You blaming this on me?
CORDELIA: I'm not blaming... Yes! I'm blaming you. *You* get the blame.
GUNN: I don't know. If I'd had to listen to you two day in day out snipe, snipe, snipe, bitch, bitch, bitch. I figure you all got off easy, 'cos I would have killed you.
CORDELIA: Ha. That's rich coming from Mr. 'I don't take orders - now where do I stick my ax?'
GUNN: What is that supposed to mean?
WESLEY: Well, Gunn. You've never been very supportive of Angel's leadership role. I remember a certain shroud.
GUNN: Hold up. Hold on, are you trying to tell me this is my fault?
WESLEY: Well, how is the man supposed to run a business if his employees won't follow directives?
GUNN: Was one of his directives 'hire pansy-assed British guys?'
WESLEY: My arse is not pansy.
LORNE: Could I have someone bring you kids another round?
ALL TOHETHER: Yes.
GUNN: What about her, huh? Maybe if she'd had a couple more *visions* Angel would have been too distracted to think about this Darla-chick, huh?
(Wesley and Gunn clink drinks.)
CORDELIA: Earth to retards: you have an obsession you pretty much squeeze it into your schedule, no matter what!
WESLEY: Aha! So you admit it's an obsession.
CORDELIA: No. I mean, yes. But no.
WESLEY: Hypocrite.
CORDELIA: Ass-pansy.
WESLEY: Don't call me that!
GUNN: You two are driving me buggy. All you talk about is 'this is his fault, this is her fault...' You two wouldn't last ten seconds on the street...
(All three talk at once.)
(Cut to them arm in arm on the stage singing 'We Are the Champions' by Queen.)
(Cut to them sitting, the only ones left in the bar.)
CORDELIA: Vampires, sloth demons: you know what's really, really evil? Tequila.
WESLEY: I need to be dead now.
LORNE: Well, well, I can see the maudlin segment of tonight's binge is in full swing. Ah, don't be blue. I was *very* impressed with your musical recitation of pain earlier. And when I say pain, I mean mine. Although props for singing your little hearts out.
CORDELIA: Yeah. Our hearts were out. You, Mr. Big, Mojo-guy, are supposed to, uhm, give us guidance now.
WESLEY: She's right. We came, we sang, we... fought the urge to regurgitate.
CORDELIA: So spill already. (To Wesley) Not you. What are we supposed to do with our lives? Where do we go from here?
LORNE: Oh, I'd love to tell you, sweetie. But, when the big guys talk, I shut my yap. (Holds his folded jacket behind Cordelia's head) And they're about to get *real* chatty.
(Cordelia throws her head back, screams and is hit by a vision.)
WESLEY: Cordelia?
(Blurred flashes of a green demon and a girl.)
WESLEY: Are you alright?
CORDELIA: No!
GUNN: What'd you see?
CORDELIA: Ooh. Alley. Not too far from here. A demon's dragging a girl... She's hurt, bleeding...
WESLEY: Let's go.
written by: Mere Smith; edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by Ann.. Full transcript at:
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