Even though it's the funniest of the show. it's not one of the best of this season. The problem of this episode are a few dumb lines. the serious scenes like the end and Connor's scenes are the best. Lorne telling the story is a big plus too.
9.5
"Superb"
Spin The Bottle
The only thing is that this episode has a few fouls and isn't as good as the Buffy version. even though it has funnier moments it has also more moments that were completely useless. what I most like about this episode is Lorne telling his story and the Connor/Angel part. but my favorite is the end with Angel and Cordy. It's a great and hilarious episode with a few minus points.
cut to Lorne singing and telling a story abut youth and that magic is really unreliable and annoying. cut to Connor being mad but then to Angel and Cordy where she asks him if they were inlove. but then he acts weird and he doesn't answer and he says maybe but then she says maybe he was harassing her but he said no and that they went to a romantic place but they never saw each other again and that she was his dearest friend and all he wants is her back at least. and she is upset because she doesn't remember anything and she doesn't even recognise the sound of her own name. then comes Lorne with a spell to bring her memory back but there is no way it can go wrong. cut to Lorne telling it 'so I'm an idiot. what are you? perfect?'
the credits start
cut to Lorne and he tells that everything did come all right but not when it happened. cut to Cordy and Angel and Lorne and she is thrilled and doesn’t care as long as she gets her memory back and they will gather the six. cut to Wesley and he’s called and he says that he will be there and he asks about Fred. cut to Gunn and Fred in bed and Angel knocks on the door. cut to everyone getting ready and Gunn and Fred are bitter and they don't want any portals and Lorne says that Gunn was figuring out that Wes helped Fred kill the professor. cut to Cordy coming out the shower and she tells Angel that Connor was in pain and that they feel comfortable that way and can't wait to finally have her memory back.
cut to Wes and Gunn in the office and they are upset and Gunn says that he's the muscle. Cordy the heart and Wes the brains and so is Fred and he almost attacks Wes but he takes a knife out his hand and Gunn asks what happened to him and Wes says he had his throat cut and all his friends abandoned him. cut to them doing the spell and after it they all lost their memory and Cordy knows who she is and is upset and sees Angel 'hello salty goodness'. they all say their names and are acting like they were years ago and Angel says his name is Liam and that he's in Ireland. they all annoy each other and Gunn intimidates Wesley but Wes is not afraid and does some karate and a wooden stake comes out his hand and now they think it's about vampires and they need to find some clues.
soon they find Lorne and they think it's the devil. cut to Connor saving a prostitute who's mean to him and tells him to ask his mama for sugar. cut to the house again and Wes and Gunn are fighting but Liam wants the slave to beat up the English pig. Cordy separates them and they think that before they can go out they have to kill the vampires so they all split and go their own way and Fred just wants some weed. cut to Cordy and Liam and they find the radio and then he looks at her neck and becomes a vampire so he goes to the bathroom and he doesn't see himself in the mirror and she thinks he's jerking off and he's afraid of getting killed because he's a vampire. cut to the other three and Fred thinks that it were aliens and she talks about her naked helpless body and that turns on Wesley.
cut to the house later and they then try to find out who's the vampire and Wesley thought it was Gunn but it wasn't and he hits Wes and then Cordy and Fred but they aren't vampires and Liam touches it but throws it away and the Green guy is a vampire. and Lorne says that Angel is the vamp and Angel knocks Lorne off and now he wants to kill the women and he knocks off Gunn and Wes and goes after Cordy. when he grabs her she screams and Connor comes to save her and she tells him that she will sleep with him if he kills Angel and Connor gets exited. and they go to the kitchen and start to fight. cut to Lorne calling Fred and he tells her that he knows a way for everything to go right again. cut to Connor and Liam again talking about fathers and that they suck and Liam just wants Cordy and Connor says she's he's and beats him down.
cut to Lorne giving everyone their memory back and cut to Liam beating down Connor and that he never asked to be born and that's what Connor feels. cut to then everyone back with their memory and also Cordy gets it back and we see some evil eyes open and Cordy runs away. Lorne says that everyone should hug their families and stay away from the magic. cut to Angel going to Cordy and he asks if they were in love and she says they were.
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Best episode quotes:
Lorne: Memories. Like the corner of my mind. Misty water-colored memories of the way we were. Ah, youth. Is there anything more magical? A time of first loves, great discoveries let's face it: youth is it. It's a national obsession, crazy cats. But somewhere, people all forget what a mess youth is. It's a time of magic, all right, and there's nothing more unreliable or annoying than magic. Lemme tell ya a little story. It starts with a kid. No, actually, it really starts here:
Cordelia: Were we in love?
Angel: Hmm.
Cordelia: Were we?
Angel: What?
Cordelia: In love?
Angel: With each other?
Cordelia: Mister, if you start giving me the run-around
Angel: I'm not. I'm not.
Cordelia: Then tell me the truth!
Angel: I don't know.
Cordelia: You don't know?
Angel: Well, I'm not sure.
Cordelia: Now, I think that's the sort of thing I'd remember. Hey, maybe you wrote it down somewhere a note on the fridge, maybe?
Angel: I had feelings for you, and thought that maybe you- but you never told me. You asked me to meet you...to talk, and... I never saw you again.
Cordelia: And you think I wanted to meet you to tell you I was in love with you?
Angel: I really don't think you're ready to be dealing with
Cordelia: Or maybe I was gonna tell you to back off, buddy. Maybe you were coming on too strong harassing me in the workplace. Maybe I had a red-hot restraining order in my mitts. You ever think of that?
Angel: I was never in the workplace, I- Well, there was that one time with the the ballet and the stripping and the roundness, but that was a spell. And-and we were meeting in Malibu on the bluffs at night. That's a pretty romantic restraining order!
Cordelia: Don't yell at me. You're yelling at me.
Angel: I'm not. See, this is why I don't want to answer questions I don't have the answers for. All I know is that you are my dearest friend. And I hope that I just- I want that back. That much, at least.
Cordelia: You have no idea how much this is killing me. I know my ABC's, my history, I know who's President, and that I sorta wish I didn't. I know the name of every shoe store in the Beverly Center, but I don't- I don't even recognize the sound of my own name.
Angel: We'll get you back. No matter what. I promise you, we will get you back.
Lorne: What's all this "we", pale face? I'm the one out there doing all the leg-work well, it's really more lap-work' cause guess what just fell into it.
Cordelia: What?
Lorne: A memory spell provided by one of my clients that is guaranteed to bring our Cordy back to the way she was.
Angel: Guaranteed?
Lorne: No pain, no side-effects. I'm telling you, swingers, there's no way this can fail…So, I'm an idiot. What are you perfect?
Lorne: Well, the fact is, I had every reason to believe that the spell would work. And it did after a fashion. Well, what happened during it and what came after... Ooh, I'm gonna need a bigger drink. But, now the spell was legit. Straight up. I had it off this wraith sweet girl not overly tangible but she deals in memory spells professionally. Now she swears up and down that with the right mix, we can stop this talking and cut to the Cordelia Chase in two ticks of a... ticking thing.
Angel: I don't know. Spells... I don't trust them.
Cordelia: And I don't care. I'm in.
Angel: Cordy, I just
Cordelia: I don't care. Pain, side effects, this thing turns me into a mousaka... I'm happy. As long as I can remember I'm a mousaka.
Lorne: Don't even worry about it, princess. I've got all the ingredients lined up. As soon as we gather the six, we'll be good to go.
Angel: The six what?
Gunn: Oh, good. Symbols on the floor. That's always good.
Lorne: Check your sarcasm at the door, pouty britches. This is for Cordy.
Gunn: I just don't want no portals opening up around here. I've had enough of that crap.
Fred: Sorry, Lorne. We really have had a lot of that crap.
Lorne: Yeah, well, my parade is rain-proofed, baby doll. My first reading since I got my head drilled, and I find the spell that's gonna bring our little Cordy right back to us. Lo-lath ch-owrng ne bruun.
Fred: Kaya-no-m'tek.
Wesley: Did I miss the spell? Did English go away?
Lorne: No, it's Pylean, crumpet. I said, "I may be prepared to shout a joyful chant."
Fred: And I said, "May your words please the gods."
Wesley: Are you all right? Did you...?
Fred: It's done.
Lorne: OK, first of all, she didn't say, "May your words please the gods," so much as "May you orally please the gods," which is a slight... inflection's very crucial in our oh, God bless her, it's always nice to hear the mother tongue as long as it's not from my mother. Is this on? And secondly, I didn't know that a couple hours ago, Fred had tried to kill her evil Professor by opening a portal. Gunn didn't know that Wesley had helped her. And Wesley didn't know Gunn had killed the guy himself to save Fred from becoming a killer. And Fred didn't know that Gunn was right then figuring out that Wesley had helped her try. So, you can see, I didn't have all the facts when I started this. It's my job to read people, but nobody in this clan was exactly singing. And me? Hey, I was thinking about Cordelia.
Gunn: So, I guess I'm the muscle, huh?
Wesley: Sorry?
Gunn: Angel's the man on the card. It's his world. I'm not a leader no more. Don't got that champion's heart like Cordy. And the brains that was you. So that leaves muscle.
Wesley: What about Fred?
Gunn: Well, that's the question, isn't it? She's pretty brainy too. Maybe you two are kindred souls. Maybe that's why she went to you for help getting revenge on that Professor. Killing takes brains.
Wesley: I did what you weren't prepared to do.
Gunn: You have no idea what I've What I would do for her.
Wesley: Is there some reason I should need to know?
Gunn: You think I don't smell this a mile off? You think I don't know why you keep coming back here?
Wesley: Because you keep needing my help.
Gunn: I'm gonna say this once: you move on Fred, and I'm gonna put you down hard.
Wesley: I'm glad to see you have such faith in your relationship.
Gunn: Keep pushing, English.
Wesley: Do you think you could get out of my way?
Gunn: I don't know what
Wesley: Not all of us have muscle to fall back on.
Gunn: What happened to you, man?
Wesley: I had my throat cut and all my friends abandoned me.
Wesley: All right. Hang on. You're Cordelia Chase, you're a high school student, you live in Sunnydale?
Cordelia: Right.
Wesley: So who are you?
Gunn: I'm the guy that's gonna be kicking a whole mess of ass if somebody don't tell me what's going on.
Cordelia: What do they call you for short?
Wesley: Does anyone here recognize anyone?
Fred: Um, I'm Fred Burkle. I'm also in school in San Anton.
Cordelia: Oh, we're both in school. Oh, gosh, let's be best friends so I can lose all my cool ones.
Wesley: There's no need to be snippety, Miss.
Cordelia: This is a clarion call for snippety, Princess Charles.
Wesley: It's Wesley, thank you. Wyndham-Pryce. I am from the Watcher's Academy in southern Hampshire. In fact, I happen to be head boy.
Cordelia: Gee, I wonder how you earned that nickname.
Wesley: A lot of effort, I don't mind saying.
Gunn: Gunn.
Wesley: Where?
Gunn: Me. That's my name. The short version.
Wesley: Ah. What school do you attend?
Cordelia: So, we've heard from the socially handi-capable. What's your story?
Liam: Mad. You're all mad. These clothes. Your speech. This place. What land is this?
Gunn: What land is it supposed to be?
Wesley: Yes, where do you hail from, friend?
Liam: I'm not your friend, you English pig. We never wanted you in Ireland. We don't want you now.
Gunn: You Irish?
Cordelia: You don't sound Irish?
Liam: For most certain, I sound exactly Something wrong with my voice.
Wesley: Well, what's your name?
Liam: Liam.
Cordelia: Great. We've all got names. Bye, now.
Wesley: I wouldn't be so quick, Miss Chase, to leave. Clearly, we're all victims of some nefarious scheme.
Liam: Liiiiiaaamm....
Wesley: I'll lay odds that that door is bolted shut. And who knows what peril lies outside it.
Liam: English pig. English pig?
Wesley: Before we do anything, I suggest we gather as much information as we can.
Liam: Liiiiiaaamm....
Cordelia: And I suggest we gather some cops.
Gunn: Yo... I don't want no heat near me.
Fred: I don't think we should call the police anyhow. I mean, they're probably involved.
Gunn: In what?
Fred: Don't y'all think this is some kind of government conspiracy? 'Cause my friend, Levon, says the government's always taking kids and experimentin' on 'em. Did anybody else have to take a personality disorder test recently? They ask you about politics and your bowel movements and if you want to be a florist
Cordelia: OK. We've heard from Scarlet O'PleaseShutMeUp. Does anyone sane have a theory?
Fred: There's conspiracies and stuff. Y'all don't even know...
Gunn: I got no problem with the idea that the man is messing with us.
Wesley: The important thing is to start with the facts. We're all from different cities, we're all of an age... Judging from the amount of facial hair I've grown, we've all been unconscious for at least a month.
Cordelia: Oh, God. Oh, God. My hair. My hair. The government gave me bad hair.
Fred: No, no, it's nice.
Wesley: Yes, it's, uh, just the thing.
Cordelia: Are you sure?
Wesley: It's...eh...very attractive. But a clue, nonetheless. Perhaps the whole point of this experiment is hair.
Gunn: I vote he's not in charge.
Liam: It's the devil. It's the devil.
Cordelia: My hair?
Liam: My father said I was a sinner, that I'd come to a bad end. Now I've come to hell.
Gunn: Well, hell's a lot nicer than my place.
Wesley: It appears to be some sort of hotel.
Fred: Well, maybe it's Motel Hell.
Wesley: Well, let's get the lay of the place.
Gunn: Don't be giving me orders. I run my own crew.
Wesley: I'm sure your seafaring adventures are very interesting, but I have experience of things you couldn't imagine. I'm not head boy for nothing.
Gunn: You 'bout to be headless boy, you don't get out my face.
Wesley: Intimidation. Ha. Ha. Points for effort. Perhaps a little kar-ate technique will put you in your place.
Cordelia: What the hell was that?
Wesley: A clue?
Gunn: Was that a wooden stake you got?
Wesley: Apparently, yes. Which changes the scenario quite a bit.
Fred: I didn't get one.
Gunn: Nobody got one except English, here. Why's that?
Wesley: I don't know. I suggest we look about for weapons of some kind.
Gunn: Yeah, that part works.
Fred: Aah!
Wesley: Aah! All right. Nobody scream. Or touch my arms.
Fred: Well, I think I found another clue.
Gunn: She's not wrong.
Cordelia: OK, this is even less funny. What the hell is that?
Liam: I knew it. It's the devil.
Fred: Why is the devil sleepy?
Gunn: I say we cut his head off.
Wesley: He may have information we need. When he wakes up
Gunn: When he wakes up, we don't even know if this tape is gonna hold him. I say we cut his damn head off.
Wesley: Thank you very much, Marie Antionette.
Gunn: What'd you call me?
Cordelia: Hey. Hey, you two want to stop the homo-erotic buddy cop session long enough to explain this. Wooden stakes. A guy with horns. And neither of you seems that surprised when things just keep getting weirder.
Fred: They really are. Have you got any weed?
Wesley: All right. I'm going to let you all in on something you may have trouble comprehending. I assure you that however
Gunn: Vampires are real.
Wesley: I was telling!
Gunn: Vampires are all over L.A. I've been fighting 'em my whole life.
Angel: That creature's a vampire?
Gunn: No, I ain't never seen nothin' like that.
Wesley: I have. Oh. It's... a demon. Probably of the Karathmama...nyuhg family. You see? Some of us have slightly broader experience
Gunn: How do you kill it?
Wesley: Well, I know this breed is nocturnal and feeds on roots or possibly human effluvia, and, uh, it's a horned race
Gunn: So you know jack?
Wesley: They're nocturnal.
Gunn: I'm gonna get me one of them axes.
Wesley: Hold on.
Gunn: Hey! Don't matter what it is. It looks wrong, it dies.
Wesley: Not 'til we find out Oh, quit it!
Gunn: Oh, get off my
Wesley: Watch the arm. Watch the arm!
Cordelia: Aren't you gonna get in there and stop them?
Liam: It's about time the English got what's comin' to 'em. I'm rootin' for the slave.
Lorne: Ugh. I know I'm still unconscious during this part of the story, but... can you believe these mooks?
Cordelia: Enough, OK. If head cheese here has a theory, then let's hear it.
Wesley: There are stories at the Watcher's Academy of a test. A secret gauntlet which only the most cunning can survive. You're locked in a house with a vicious, deadly vampire, and you have to kill him before he kills you. It's been done in the past with slayers.
Fred: Slayer? The band?
Wesley: No, it The point is... this could be a test the weapons, the maze-like locale, the innocent civilians, and the mysterious Karathmama...nyuhg demon. This is a test!
Gunn: I ain't a civilian. I've been killing vamps since I was twelve.
Wesley: Which only supports my theory. You must be here in an advisory capacity.
Gunn: I think I'm here in a "chop that green bitch's head off" capacity, and I don't give a damn about no test!
Fred: Are you always this grouchy?
Gunn: Only when I wake up with a bunch of insane white folks trying to tell me what to do. The day I take orders from guys like you is the day I not even gonna happen.
Cordelia: Keep explaining why we're not walking out that door?
Liam: Because they did something to us. They changed us.
Cordelia: You mean, this is about my hair?
Fred: I sorta see his point. Not one of y'all looks exactly seventeen. It's like time's been pushed forward, like we missed a bunch of years.
Cordelia: I kinda have filled out even more.
Fred: And I apparently ain't gonna.
Liam: I feel cold... inside.
Cordelia: This is so unfair! I'm a craggy 20-something? What about prom?!
Gunn: Could be that demon put a whammy on us.
Fred: So, you think, if we kill this vampire, they take off the spell whammy and we can go back to being ourselves?
Cordelia: And never see each other again?
Wesley: I believe we can all just go about our business.
Cordelia: And never see each other again?
Gunn: Great. So we go vamp hunting. This place looks pretty big. I say two groups.
Cordelia: Great. I'll go with tall, dark, and slightly less pathetic than you two here. We'll try the rooms.
Wesley: We'll look downstairs, but remember, if you find the vampire, it is a vicious animal. Just try to draw it in toward us. Don't worry. We'll win this day, I assure you.
Fred: I'm ready. I'm OK. Be cooler if we could score some weed, though.
Cordelia: God, there's like a million rooms.
Liam: Minstrels. How did? You stopped the tiny men from singing.
Cordelia: You really are far from home, aren't you?
Liam: I tell ya, I get through this, I'm gonna have a great cup of ale I don't care what father says it does to you.
Cordelia: Maybe we should just sit tight and let the vampire experts deal with this thing.
Liam: Sorry for acting so... womanish.
Cordelia: Oh, you're no really not womanish.
Liam: You're very sweet.
Cordelia: You don't know the half of it. What is it about danger that makes makes your blood just- What's wrong?
Liam: Nothing. Excuse me… I'm invisible.
Cordelia: No, you're not.
Liam: Oh. Excuse me.
Cordelia: What's going on?
Liam: Uh, I'm almost finished. I'm a vampire. They're gonna kill me.
Lorne: Well, those were some exciting products. Am I right? Mmm. Let's all think about buying some of those. But if I can bring it down a moment. Is there anything worse than feeling like you're all alone? Like you're the only person in the world who thinks the way you do, and if anyone else found out, they'd drive a pointy wooden thing through your heart? And as for our fearless vampire killers...
Fred: I just don't think we should be rulin' out the idea of aliens. I mean, he is a greenish sorta fella. And his bein' asleep all that time. I mean, think about it a minute. They could have been doin' Heaven knows what. I can just see myself lying on a table- no clothes, no will- while they probed and explored and did whatever they wanted to my naked, helpless body. It's horrible.
Wesley: Horrible. Yes. But I assure you, this is demonic work. And they're not nearly so exploratory as- Don't be afraid.
Gunn: Ain't nuttin here. 'S gettin' old.
Wesley: Well, let's not give up probe. Hope. Give up hope.
Fred: Liam!
Liam: Demons?!
Wesley: Really? Told you. How many?
Liam: Hundreds. Screaming.
Fred: Will they try to get in?
Liam: Don't think they saw me.
Fred: I guess you really better solve this puzzle and all.
Wesley: What type of demons, would you say?
Liam: Shiny.
Cordelia: Yep, I still got it.
Gunn: So, that means we gotta check the rest of the rooms? 'Cause I'm bored just saying it.
Fred: Wouldn't the vampire be comin' after us anyhow? Aren't we vittles?
Wesley: And he should be starving, by rule. But I also happen to think that further searching would be pointless. I think the Council has been far cleverer than I imagined.
Fred: Ooh. How?
Gunn: Yes, speech, speech.
Wesley: Five people, each unknown to each other, far from home, trapped together at night I submit that the blood-sucking fiend may be closer than we dared suspect. That it may be
Liam: I'll search the rooms.
Wesley: I was getting to the good part!
Liam: But we can't just wait for the vampire to appear. I'll just flush him out
Wesley:...that it may be one of us.
Cordelia: Uh... you're kidding.
Wesley: Would that I were, Miss Chase, but the simple fact is... the fiend has been under our noses the entire time, waiting for the moment to... strike!
Liam: See? The English is stupid. Let's have a different theory.
Wesley: I'm not quite finished. I think it's only fair that everybody have a turn. The cross obviously doesn't affect me or our friend, the pugilist.
Liam:: See. No vampire here. I'm just like the rest of you.
Fred: Does anyone else here?
Liam: Look, the devil's awake.
Wesley: Don't get too close.
Lorne: Ooh...Oh...guys, hey, that was quite a whammy. A little trip through the transitive nightfall of diamonds, if you know what I mean. I certainly don't, but
Liam: He speaks madness.
Lorne: Hey, here's a funny sidebar. I'm tied to a chair again! What the hell's going on?
Wesley: We were hoping you would enlighten us, spawn of evil.
Lorne: Oh, dear. I'm starting to suspect my surefire hit spell closed out of town. Did anything go right? Anything? Did Cordy at least get her memory back?
Wesley: Just tell us where the vampire is, fiend.
Lorne: What are you talking about? There aren't any vampires here. Well, I mean, except for our boy here.
Liam: Uh, lying devil man.
Lorne: Oh, like my spell made you not a vampire anymore. My magic isn't that
Liam: Shut your mouth.
Liam: I don't wanna hurt anyone.
Fred: What do we do?
Wesley: Don't fear. It's under control.
Fred: Are you sure?
Wesley: Sorry. I mean, ha!
Liam: You want a vampire, then? I guess I'm your man. I guess I'll start feeding on your corpses. Startin' with the girls. So, who's gonna be the first course? Hard to choose between you two girls
Cordelia: What do you mean, it's hard? I mean, she's the tasty one. Look at her. Half of her is neck.
Wesley: Miss Chase, Miss Burkle, run.
Liam: It baffles me. You liked me so much before, and now I can't even get a little kiss. I can see you. I seem to be strong, too, and fast. It's not so bad, this vampire thing.
Cordelia: Well, I've got a super power of my own, hot shot.
Liam: What's that now?
Cordelia: AAAAAAAAAAAH
Liam: That really is inhuman. But what good do you really think that
Wesley: Yes, that one Kill that one, please!
Cordelia: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Connor: Why did he attack you?
Cordelia: Well, who wouldn't? Look, you're a wee bit chess club for my usual beat, but you kill that freak and you're getting a big reward.
Connor: You mean it?
Cordelia: Hoo doggy!
Liam: You're stronger than the rest. Are you not a vampire yourself, then?
Connor: You don't remember?
Liam: I remember waking up here in this madhouse with that fine lot of hypocrites.
Connor: Hypocrites.
Liam: I'm supposed to be evil, but they attack me without cause. They gang up on me because I'm different. They're as bad as my father.
Connor: Fathers. Don't they suck?
Liam: Say one thing, then... "Be good. Fear God. Do as you're told." And the whole while I know good and well, he's had his share of sinning.
Connor: Sounds kinda like my father.
Liam: Is he a self-righteous bastard?
Connor: You'd be amazed. You're afraid to fight me?
Liam: Truth to tell, I'm not much for fighting. I'd rather be satisfying my sinful urges with the Chase girl.
Connor: You keep the hell away from her.
Liam: Oh, the girl's yours, then?
Connor: That's right.
Liam: She never did mention you when we were alone togeth
Connor: You happy now?
Liam: I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to be attacked. I didn't ask to be a freak. Hell, I didn't even ask to be born.
Connor: Wait.
Liam: What do you want? Another beating.
Connor: Oh, I so almost had you.
Liam: Ha. Not in a dream.
Lorne: Well, it's been a long night. For everyone. I hope you've all enjoyed my little tale so much that you tip your waitresses with obnoxious abandon. Always leave 'em wantin' more, kiddo. That's the rule. Anyway, I've got no more to tell. Applause, applause. I got a sea breeze that's gonna up and leave with someone else if I don't get to her soon. So you kids be good and go home. Hug your families while you can. And stay away fro the magic. Trust me.
Angel: Cordy.
Cordelia: I can't. Angel, I-I'm sorry.
Angel: You remember.
Cordelia: I remember all of it. All of it. And I have to be alone. Please? For a while. It's too... I
Angel: Cordelia. Were we in love?
Cordelia: We were.
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Story: 10
Acting: 10
Writing: 9
Picture: 10
Gripping: 9
My Rank: 9
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Total: 9.5