ANGEL: (noticing Buffy's watching him doing Tai Chi) Buffy.

BUFFY: I didn't know you could do that.

ANGEL: I-I'm feeling better. (starts to collapse)

BUFFY: Angel... (helps him) Let's... get you inside.

ANGEL: It's late. How'd you get away?

BUFFY: Aw, it was easy. Started a fire in the prison laundry room. Rode out in the garbage truck.

ANGEL: Oh.

BUFFY: I'm joking. No garbage. Smell me.

ANGEL: How is, uh... Scott?

BUFFY: Scott? Oh, um... boyfriend Scott. Uh... A-actually, he's not... He's fine.

BUFFY: Uh, that's for you. Uh... I-it's fresh from the butcher.

ANGEL: Thanks... You're being careful, right?

BUFFY: (looks up surprised) With Scott?

ANGEL: The slaying.

BUFFY: Oh. Uh... Yeah. Of course. Full of carefulness.

ANGEL: I worry about you.

BUFFY: I worry about *you*.

ANGEL: I'm getting stronger.

BUFFY: Yeah, pretty soon, you won't even need me.

ANGEL: That'll be better.

BUFFY: Yeah.

• Buffy & Angel

written by: Jane Espenson; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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