Cordelia: You know - there is nothing like riding in a convertible - with the top down to make you see the sun and the sand. Mmm - smell that salt air!
Wesley: That's not salt.
Cordelia: I don't think it's air either, but reality is a choice, Wesley. You see what you wanna see and I see what I wanna see.
Wesley: A man exiting an alley pushing a shopping cart.
Cordelia: No. I see a very tan life-guard type with large...
Wesley: No, over there. These kids must have got electricity into their building. They might have tapped into one of the power lines and run it illegally. If I could spot the tap, that would tell us where their hide-out is. You go ask this gentleman if he's seen anyone that fits the description of our young vampire killers, while I check the power line for any taps.
Cordelia: Uh, why don't you ask him and I check for taps?
Wesley: Because you can imagine him as a scantily clad, buff, young stud, while I am stuck with the naked truth.