senses something)

WESLEY: What?

ANGEL: Little late for visitors.

(locates the intruder)

ANGEL: Mr. Nabbit?

CORDELIA: David?

NABBIT: Heart - heart - heart my throat.

ANGEL: I'm sorry. I didn't - I didn't mean to...

NABBIT: No, that was awesome. Can we do it again?

WESLEY: Are you -- do you need help?

NABBIT: Me? No. I just popped by to hang. I blew off my board of directors 'cause tonight's my turn to be dungeon master. What do you think of my cape?

CORDELIA: Shiny.

NABBIT: You guys wanna hang? (Looks past Angel into the office) Oh, wow. Wow, wow. (whistles) This is where it all happens. They're helpless, in agony, they have no one to turn to so they come here to you. Drink that coffee, sit on this couch. Unspeakable fiends of hell hot on their heels. Uh, what did *I* do today? Spun off my digital pager network, made a few more million. (Everyone just stares) Alright, several. Big whoop. What does that mean?

CORDELIA: No more shopping in the Pennysaver?

NABBIT: It's just... *you* guys, your lives are so meaningful, so exciting. You fight demons! At any moment one could walk right through that very door! (pause) You guys seen any cool demons lately?

...

NABBIT: You guys are... I never know what's gonna happen around here. That’s... (Gets up abruptly) Okay. Good to see you.

ANGEL: You too.

CORDELIA: It was fun.

WESLEY: Drop by again.

NABBIT: We'll hang soon. (exits)

• Angel's Mission

written by: David Greenwalt; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by Cerd_gwenn. Checked against source by me.. Full transcript at:
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