LORNE: (singing) Memories. Like the corner of my mind. Misty water-colored memories of the way we were. (talking) Ah, youth. Is there anything more magical? A time of first loves, great discoveries—let's face it: youth is it. It's a national obsession, crazy cats. But somewhere, people all forget what a mess youth is. It's a time of magic, all right, and there's nothing more unreliable or annoying than magic. Lemme tell ya a little story. It starts with a kid—

(Connor's walking down the street, while angry metal music plays. He's flashing back to memories of him and Cordelia together. The picture freeze frames.)

LORNE: No, actually, it really starts here:

(resume Cordy/Angel conversation from last week)

CORDELIA: Were we in love?

ANGEL: Hmm.

CORDELIA: Were we?

ANGEL: What?

CORDELIA: In love?

ANGEL: With each other?

CORDELIA: Mister, if you start giving me the run-around—

ANGEL: I'm not. I'm not.

CORDELIA: Then tell me the truth!

ANGEL: I don't know.

CORDELIA: You don't know?

ANGEL: Well, I'm not sure.

CORDELIA: Now, I think that's the sort of thing I'd remember. Hey, maybe you wrote it down somewhere—a note on the fridge, maybe?

ANGEL: I had feelings for you, and thought that maybe you—but you never told me. You asked me to meet you...to talk, and... I never saw you again.

CORDELIA: And you think I wanted to meet you to tell you I was in love with you?

ANGEL: I really don't think you're ready to be dealing with—

CORDELIA: Or maybe I was gonna tell you to back off, buddy. Maybe you were coming on too strong—harassing me in the workplace. Maybe I had a red-hot restraining order in my mitts. You ever think of that?

ANGEL: I was never—in the workplace, I— Well, there was that one time with the—the ballet and the stripping and the roundness, but that was a spell. And-and we were meeting in Malibu on the bluffs at night. That's a pretty romantic restraining order!

CORDELIA: Don't yell at me. You're yelling at me.

ANGEL: I'm not. See, this is why I don't want to answer questions I don't have the answers for. All I know is that you are my dearest friend. And I hope that—I just— I want that back. That much, at least.

CORDELIA:You have no idea how much this is killing me. I know my ABC's, my history, I know who's President, and that I sorta wish I didn't. I know the name of every shoe store in the Beverly Center, but I don't— (sighs, starts to cry) I don't even recognize the sound of my own name.

ANGEL: We'll get you back. No matter what. I promise you, we will get you back.

LORNE: (walks into the garden) What's all this we, pale face? I'm the one out there doing all the leg-work—well, it's really more lap-work—'cause guess what just fell into it.

(Lorne's holding a opaque ceramic bottle with a cork in the top.)

CORDELIA: What?

LORNE: A memory spell—provided by one of my clients—that is guaranteed to bring our Cordy back to the way she was.

ANGEL: Guaranteed?

LORNE: No pain, no side-effects. I'm telling you, swingers, there's no way this can fail.

(Resume narration. Lorne's talking into a microphone, spotlighted in blue light, sitting on a stage in front of red curtains.)

LORNE: So, I'm an idiot. What are you—perfect?

(... credits ...)

LORNE: Well, the fact is, I had every reason to believe that the spell would work. And it did—after a fashion. Well, what happened during it and what came after... Ooh, I'm gonna need a bigger drink. But, now the spell was legit. Straight up. I had it off this wraith—sweet girl—not overly tangible—

(Camera rotates around his face and transitions to the garden scene.)

LORNE: —but she deals in memory spells professionally. Now she swears up and down that with the right mix, we can stop this talking and cut to the Cordelia Chase in two ticks of a... ticking thing.

ANGEL: I don't know. Spells... I don't trust them.

CORDELIA: And I don't care. I'm in.

ANGEL: Cordy, I just—

CORDELIA: I don't care. Pain, side effects, this thing turns me into a mousaka... I'm happy. As long as I can remember I'm a mousaka.

LORNE: Don't even worry about it, princess. I've got all the ingredients lined up. As soon as we gather the six, we'll be good to go.

ANGEL: The six what?

• Cordelia & Angel

written by: Joss Whedon; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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