(Fred walks into Wes's office, drops a sheet of paper on his desk, and starts walking out)

FRED: I need these as soon as possible.

WESLEY: Hello, Wesley. Nice to see you.

FRED: (turns back) Oh. Sorry. Little preoccupied.

WESLEY: (reading from her notes) The Magdalene Grimoire, Necronomicon des Mortes, Hochstadter's Treatise on Fractal Geometry in 12-dimensional Space. Preoccupied might not be the word we're looking for.

FRED: How fast can I get 'em?

WESLEY: Half of these are antiquities of the rarest order. If I exploit every connection I've made over the last month as the new head of research and intelligence... 20 minutes.

FRED: Great. Let me know when they're in.

WESLEY: Under one condition... dinner.

FRED: (uncomfortable) Oh, I, uh...

WESLEY: I mean you, having one, a real one. When's the last time you had anything besides day-old takeout? Or had more than a nap up in your lab?

FRED: I'm OK. Really. 20 minutes? Thanks. And don't worry. I am totally, completely... (turns to walk out and is startled when she sees Eve standing there) Aah!

EVE: Hey. Got a sec?

• Wesley & Fred

written by: Steven S. DeKnight; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
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