(Cordy picks up a set of paints at vendor booth)

WOMAN: Do you paint?

CORDELIA: Oh, no. I was just looking for something for a friend. I thought maybe if he had a hobby... He's a little detached from things.

WOMAN: Well, they say art's the best therapy for that.

CORDELIA: Really?

WOMAN: Sure. They use it in mental institutions all the time. You get the patients drawing and working with clay - helps them to get back in touch.

CORDELIA: Well, he's not crazy or anything. He's just... different.

WOMAN: Depressed.

CORDELIA: Well, he wears a lot of black. How much are these pastels?

WOMAN: Oh, these are on special. You get the entire set, the large one, and some drawing paper and little pop-up easel...

...

WOMAN: (hands Cordelia shopping bags) I think you have everything he'll need and then some. You made my day. Thanks.

CORDELIA: You're welcome.

WOMAN: He must be a really good friend.

CORDELIA: Yeah. Thank you.

WOMAN: Take care.

CORDELIA: Bye.

(Vocah ensorcells her. Cordelia collapses, screaming)

• Cordelia & Angel

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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