(Cordy is arranging some flowers in a vase down in the basement of the Hyperion.)

ANGEL: What's this?

CORDELIA: Oh, it's just so dark and lifeless down here, I thought I'd brighten it up a little for you. You can't exactly go out and enjoy the sunny fields of nature, but that doesn't mean we can't bring a little bloom into your darkness.

ANGEL: They're fake.

CORDELIA: Yeah. You put something real in this hellhole and it die (snaps her fingers) like that. (prompting) Thank you, Cordelia?

ANGEL: You know, I've been around a long time...

CORDELIA: Which reminds me. Next birthday, you think we could skip the two-hundred and fifty odd candles on the cake and the inevitable fire marshal and just go and just go with a little song?

ANGEL: And I've never known anyone like you.

CORDELIA: Well, duh! Times a wasting, big guy. Can we do it? (Takes on a stance) Hi-yeah!

ANGEL: (chuckling) Okay. Last time we were working on not pulling your punches and your kicks. Right? Don't worry about me. (Cordy hits him and he deflects the punch with his arm) That's good. (Cordy swipes at him again) Good! Where is your weight? (Angel looks down) Balls of your feet?

(Cordy swings and hits him across the face full force.)

CORDELIA: Oops! Oh god, you said that... (Angel straightens back up, smiling) Are you okay?

ANGEL: I'm a vampire. You can't hurt me. Good.

(Angel turns away so that she won't see his grimace of pain)

CORDELIA: You're off your game. It's because of the prophecy Wes and Gunn are trying to get their hands on. You think the end is coming.

ANGEL: The end is not coming. Someone is always uncovering some ancient scroll, and they're always saying the same thing: that something terrible is coming. Do you know how many of these things I've seen in my very long life?

CORDELIA: Four?

ANGEL: Three. But there's nothing to worry about.

CORDELIA: Then way are Gunn and Wesley breaking and entering right now?

ANGEL: Breaking and entering is such a negative term. They are simply retrieving some missing pieces from the Nyazian Scroll. Just to make sure...

CORDELIA: That the end is coming. - Well, all we can do is live each moment to the fullest and be grateful that we didn't throw too much money at the NASDAQ.

ANGEL: (RE: his nose) Am I swelling?

• Cordelia & Angel
• Troclon Prophecy, Sahjahn, etc

written by: David Greenwalt; Original transcript anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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