ANGEL: Lorne. Talk to me. What'd you see?

LORNE: Go away.

ANGEL: If it's that bad, I need to know.

LORNE: It's that bad. G'night.

ANGEL: I need details.

LORNE: I got none. Just a splitting migraine, a tummy full of rattlesnakes, and a strong suspicion I'm gonna lose my lunch again if I don't start drinking myself silly.

ANGEL: C'mon, Lorne. You gotta give me something.

LORNE: Do the words slouching towards Bethlehem ring a bell? Or how about despair, torment, terror? And I'm not referring to little missy's choice of song, either, although that was horrifying in its own right. What I saw was jumbled. It was pieces, flashes. It was enough to make my skin crawl away and scamper under the bed. Evil's coming, Angel, and it's planning on staying.

• Angel & Lorne (the Host)
• The Beast, the Beast's Master, Jasmine, etc

written by: Jeffrey Bell; Originally transcribed by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season4/transcripts/70_tran.php