GUNN: I wanna know how he does it. No last name, no bank account. How are you ordering stuff off the web?

FRED: It's not that hard, really. All you have to do is hack into the shipping database, find someone who is ordering what you want, then substitute your information. (Sees Gunn and Angel looking at her) Except that would just be high-tech robbery.

ANGEL: I memorized Cordelia's credit card numbers.

FRED: Oh. Low-tech robbery.

(Angel pulls two miniature hockey sticks out of the box and holds them up.)

GUNN: Some kind of boomerang vamp stake?

ANGEL: No! They're itty-bitty hockey sticks!

(Angel demonstrates, then pulls a small jersey out of the box and holds it up. It says' Connor 03' on the back.)

ANGEL: Check this out! How *cute* is this? Huh? Seriously.

GUNN: Seriously, I think you got way too much time on your hands.

FRED: Come on. You think it's adorable.

GUNN: Well, yeah, but at least I'm manly enough to deny it.

ANGEL: Okay, okay. I admit things have been a little slow since Cordelia and the Groosalug went on vacation.

GUNN: I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually jonesing for a throw-down with something mean and nasty.

FRED: Cordelia hasn't called once with a vision. Do they even have phones there?

ANGEL: Maybe they're not near a phone. Come on, it's a vacation! They're not gonna waste it all on a dark hotel room - you know, together, where the food's delivered and there is no reason to go outside. You know, hockey is a great sport.

GUNN: You realize this is the whitest sport known to man?

ANGEL: True. But the games are indoors, and they usually play at night.

GUNN: Got you.

ANGEL: I know it's a little bit too early to be thinking about stuff like this, but I -I can't wait to watch him, you know, grow up. For him to lose his first tooth. Learn how to ride a bike. Ha. I want to help him pick out a tux for his senior prom. I just can't wait to see who he's gonna to be. I know it's mushy, but it's just... He makes me so happy.

(Gunn bats the puck past Angel and throws up his arms.)

GUNN: He shoots, he scores! Ha!

ANGEL: Well, sure. Of course, with no defender.

GUNN: Ha. Bring it on.

ANGEL: I think Connor? He's gonna be center, you know?

GUNN: What you got?

ANGEL: Control of the puck.

(Angel takes the puck around Gunn.)

ANGEL: Yeah. Ditching the left wing.

GUNN: Come on.

ANGEL: Taking it all the way to the crease...

(Angel shoots. The puck flies and shatters the glass of the door leading out into the garden court.)

ANGEL: Yeah, you know, these - this isn't regulation size.

• Angel & Connor
• Funnies

written by: Mere Smith; Original transcript anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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