ANGEL: You know, this would be a lot easier if you two weren't hovering.

FRED: (simultaneously with Wesley) No rush.

WESLEY: (simultaneously with Fred) Take your time.

ANGEL: I think that's it.

(pushes his sketch pad forward)

CORDELIA: (walks into the office) What's it?

ANGEL: The passage from Lilah's Beasty book. The one Angelus destroyed after the big boomy voice threatened to re-ensoul him.

FRED: Angel's been visualizing the text, trying to recreate it.

ANGEL: Just, you know, a little thing I can do.

CORDELIA: You think there was something in that book that high-and-spitey didn't want us to know about?

ANGEL: He's definitely hiding something.

WESLEY: I recognize the text. It's early Fallorian code system. Let's see... (translating) The green cart-like vehicle eats...

(Cordy surreptitiously prepares to 'accidently' spill coffee on the drawing)

WESLEY: (translating) I am not a bucket head.

ANGEL: Damn it!

WESLEY: It's a tricky language. An inverted serif can alter the meaning of an entire passage.

CORDELIA: What now?

ANGEL: I try again.

(...)

ANGEL: Try this one.

WESLEY: (reads the page) Something about strangling poultry.

ANGEL: That's it. I gotta get out of here.

LORNE: Ah ah ah. Easy does it, compadre. No huffy exits before (singsongy) I spill the joyous news.

ANGEL: About the baby?

CORDELIA: About El Jefe?

LORNE: Uh, no and no. My sources got nothing on mystical birthin' or the big Kahuna. But Wanda—that demon you recommended—what a peach, by the way. Anyway, she sold me this cleansing abracadabra to clear my muddled mind.

FRED: You're empathic again?

LORNE: Please... (holds up a long black cloak) you think this Dungeons & Dragons cloak is a fashion statement? I got to do this whole song and dance—

WESLEY: Well, we're getting nowhere. If you need extra hands...

LORNE: Sorry, I can only take my two. Ritual has to be performed solo. Just me and my shadow, secluded in a dark, dusty nowhere land. Ugh. But the upside is, I should be all systems go come sunrise.

CORDELIA: (faking hopefulness) Then you'll be able to read me?

LORNE: No worries, dumpling. Come morning, I will be a lean, mean, belly-reading machine.

written by: Jeffrey Bell & Sarah Fain & Elizabeth Craft; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season4/transcripts/82_tran.php