(Angel is sadly examining cracks in the wall)

GROO: (gravely) Angel... You and I have fought side by side on more than one occasion -- Fellow warriors, shoulder to shoulder. By now, my counsel must assuredly hold weight, so I beseech you to heed my words...

ANGEL: Mmo-kay.

GROO: Pomegranate Mist is the wrong color for this room.

ANGEL: What?

(we see that the gang is busily working on fixing and redecorating Angel's earthquake devestated suite)

FRED: We were just thinking... Well, I was thinking and Groo agreed... That, well, since we have to repaint your room anyway, maybe you'd like a change. Y'know, for a change.

ANGEL: Groo agreed?

CORDELIA: Don't mock. He's actually got a surprisingly good color sense.

GROO: (pointing to a color chip) Sunburst splendor is a hue more worthy of a champion. Or perhaps this unique one called...(sounding it out) Purr-Pleh.

ANGEL: Purple. And yet you had no problem pronouncing "Pomegranate".

GROO: It was my mother's name.

(Gunn starts crossing past, carrying a charred end table. Angel heads him off.)

ANGEL: Hang on. Where you going with that?

GUNN: I'm tossing it.

ANGEL: It's an antique.

GUNN: It's a charcoal briquette.

ANGEL: We're not throwing it out. And the wall color stays, too. Look, guys, I appreciate everybody's help... Really. But I just want everything back the way it was, okay? Or... close to it.

CORDELIA: Not gonna be, y'know? Unless we pay for real, dishonest-to- goodness, overpriced, contractors, those cracks are always gonna show.

ANGEL: Let 'em.

CORDELIA: Ah, the old gives the place character philosophy. Guess that served you pretty well living in rotted out mansions and--

(Angel notices a fallen snowglobe music box)

ANGEL: Don't know why I bought this for him. A whim, I guess... Thought he'd like to look at it. The snow. Doesn't ever snow in Southern California.

CORDELIA: Did, once.

ANGEL: Hey, y'know... we shouldn't be wasting our time fixing up my place when we've got work to do.

GUNN: What work?

ANGEL: Our jobs. The business. We're neglecting our cases.

FRED: Um, Angel? We don't have any cases. We haven't had a call in over a week.

ANGEL: (disappointed) Really? Well, somebody ought to be downstairs. In case a walk-in should... walk in. 'Cause we get those. Sometimes.

(exits)

CORDELIA: Never on Sundays.

• Angel & Connor
• Funnies

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