CORDELIA: Hi, Diego, Laura.

DIEGO: Let the consumption of cold things begin.

CORDELIA: Excellent. Now, are you gonna behave yourself?

DIEGO: Have you ever seen me at a party? (dances away)

CORDELIA: Hi! You having fun?

ANGEL: Sure. This is, um...

CORDELIA: Your idea of hell.

ANGEL: Actually in hell you tend to know a lot of the people. No, I'm having a great time.

CORDELIA: Yeah? Can I get you some blood or anything?

ANGEL: I'm good.

CORDELIA: Okay. Steve Paymer came, can you believe it? David Paymer's brother, Steve? (She thrusts the half-empty bag of ice at him and walks off) Steve!

(Wesley falls doing a dance move, then gets up and dances over to Angel. He gets ice out of the bowl.)

WESLEY: Whoo! I need to cool off. Cordelia certainly knows how to throw a do. These Mini-Reubens, with a little sauerkraut and a little swiss inside, what mad genius brought these into the world? (He eats one) Mmm. What say a couple of brooding demon hunters start chatting up some of the fillies?

GIRL: Hey. (Wesley chokes on his Reuben and starts coughing) Nice sweater. Hand knit?

WESLEY: Certainly not by me.

GIRL: I didn't mean...I meant, it's a great sweater.

WESLEY: Oh, well, I-I'll pass that on then--to the person who knit it. I-I mean, I would, if I knew who did--but I don't. So I won't pass it on to anyone, will I?

GIRL: Bye. (She walks away)

CORDELIA: Diego, pants on!

LAURA: So with my Masters degree in Fine Arts, I was able to launch my very own business--selling sandwiches downtown from a little cart.

ANGEL: Huh.

LAURA: Yeah. I do see a lot of stuff on the job. So I tell myself that I'm honing my eye.

ANGEL: Makes sense. (Laura starts to dance to a new song)

LAURA: Oh, I *love* this! Would you...like to dance?

(Angel imagines himself dancing like an idiot while Laura looks incredulously at him. Cut back to reality.)

ANGEL: I don't dance.

(Laura walks off and Angel goes into Cordelia's empty kitchen. The chair by the table moves out by itself.)

ANGEL: Hi Dennis. How you doing?

(A can of beer floats out of the bowl of ice on the kitchen table)

ANGEL: Still dead?

(The can pops open and slides into Angel's hand; he picks it up and takes a drink)

ANGEL: I know the feeling.

• Funnies
• Goofy/Vain/Dorky Angel
• Phantom Dennis as roommate

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