GUNN: He said he had something?

WESLEY: That's what he said.

GUNN: When's he gonna show?

WESLEY: Any time now.

(an old demon is listenin to Lorne sing "I left my heart in San Francisco")

OLD DEMON: You youngsters wanna button it up? I'm trying to enjoy the show here. See, that's real singing there. That's *real* music.

GUNN: Okay, pops.

DEMON: What do you know?

MERL: I'm not dealing if the bloodsucker is around.

WESLEY: Angel's not here.

MERL: Good. He's always beating me up, or hanging me upside down, and he never pays up like he's supposed to.

(Wes pulls out some money and puts in on the bar)

MERL: Jeez, if I could have made a living in Akron I never would have come back to this smog pit.

GUNN: Tick, tock, Merl .

MERL: Yeah, well, this thing took a little more leg work than I estimated. The price is gonna change.

WESLEY: Really?

MERL: Yeah.

WESLEY: Alright.

(Wes picks up the top bill and puts it back in his pocket.)

MERL: Hey!

(Wes keeps shrinking the payment)

MERL: (grabbing the money) Hey, hey, hey! This guy James you're looking for, he's alive, he's in town, and he knows what Angel did to his heartthrob. He's out for blood.

(...)

MERL: I don't know where he is now, but I know where he was earlier. Dr. Gregson's.

GUNN: What kind of doctor is that?

LORNE: A demon kind. Slod demon.

WESLEY: Slod demon? What's he do?

LORNE: He's a collector.

• Angel & Merl

written by: David Greenwalt; modified from the shooting script to match telivised version by me. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/a45heartthrob2.html