ANGEL: Cordy, we need to talk. Not about Connor. About us. I know you love me. I also know that in my life, love's not enough. It doesn't necessarily mean you want to be with me. But it's more than love. At least for me, it is. I need you Cordy. In case you haven't noticed, whenever we're apart, horrible things tend to happen. The question is, do you need me?"

CORDY: There's only one answer to that question you want to hear, and right now, I'm sorry but -

ANGEL: Does that mean your answer is no?

CORDY: It means I'm not going to be in a relationship run by ultimatum. I've made a lot of snap decisions recently. Many of which I regret. Go on a vacation to Mexico? Sure, sounds fun. Become a Higher Being and ascend to the astral plane? Hey, why not? Go live with Connor? Well, you get the idea.

ANGEL: It's good that you want to think things through. That's something I had a lot of time for last summer. And one thing I realized is that I don't want to live without you.

CORDY: I know. That's my problem. [Angel looks absolutely bewildered.]

[Gunn and Wes enter the diner.]

GUNN: Fred, we need to talk.

WILLOW: Check out the Y-chromosomes. You must be Charles. Tall, dark and handsome indeed. [Gunn smiles] Wait, is that you, Wesley? My God, who removed the iron ramrod from your ass?

WES: Looks like both of us have changed considerably over the last few years.

WILLOW: Touche. Still, it was hard to believe Fred's stories about raffish Wesley when the picture in my mind was of Watcher Wesley.

WES: I like to think I've matured.

WILLOW: Fred makes it sound like you've matured and regressed simultaneously. Guess those of us who squander our teenage years on book learning are doomed to go wild and make up for lost time.

GUNN: Sounds like you got Wes all figured out.

FRED: It does. Wes was so uptight and responsible and stressed-out and that when he snapped he just went hog wild.

WES: I didn't come here to get psychoanalyzed.

WILLOW: No, my guess is you came here to watch some hot girl-on-girl action. You can't always get what you want.

GUNN: Damn bro. This girl's got your number.

FRED: [gets up, walks to the door] Come on Willow. Let's go. [Willow follows.]

GUNN: I thought we were gonna talk.

FRED: We'll do that later. Right now ahm goin' back to my place with Willow. We're gonna do a spell together. [They leave]

WES: [to Gunn] Well Charles, don't say I didn't warn you. [Gunn looks confused]

[Back at Hyperion]

ANGEL: How is the fact that I want you in my life a problem?!

CORDY: Please Angel, let me explain. [Gunn and Wes enter]

GUNN: You ain't makin' the least bit of sense.

WES: I know what I'm talking about. When two women do a spell together, there's . . . subtext. Invariably, it gets all sexy.

CORDY: Maybe in your own dirty mind it does.

GUNN: See, Cordy knows what's up with you. You're just twistin' everything to fit your own sick fantasy.

WES: Then tell me why Willow is doing a spell with Fred. Fred's not a trained witch. So it can't be business. Therefore it must be pleasure.

CORDY: She could be cursing you. Guess that would qualify as both business and pleasure.

GUNN: Makes sense to me. She was the first to want you back. She was the one who never lost faith in you. She thought you were decent. Seein' the ugly truth for herself musta been disappointin'.

ANGEL: She was extremely grossed out by your nooner, what with Lilah playing dress-up and all. Wonder what curse Willow suggested. Probably something involving the part of your anatomy which got you in trouble to begin with.

WES: Fred would never do that to me. And Willow – she was practically flirting with me when I saw her.

CORDY: Wow Wesley – you really do see only what you want to see.

WES: It's just as likely she's cursing Gunn, if not more likely. After all, he was the one she loved.

GUNN: Wudaya mean WAS? And Willow wasn't flirtin' with you. Naw, she was flirtin' with me, all that tall, dark and handsome sweet talk.

CORDY: Okay then. It would appear both of you are forgetting that whole thing about Willow being a lesbian. And Wesley, first you say Willow's hot for Fred. Then you say Willow's hot for you. It seems you're just bouncing from one delusion to the next. And your delusions are entirely incompatible, in case you haven't noticed. I'm sorry to ask this, but does sex make you stupid? Cause back when you weren't getting any, you were sharp as a tack.

WES: Please Cordelia. You're the last person who be should criticizing the wisdom and propriety of anyone else's sex life. Having said that, I think I'll leave before Angel challenges me to a duel on account of my attack upon his "lady's" honor. Whether we fought with pistols or foils, I'd be at a distinct disadvantage. [Wes leaves.]

GUNN: I think I'm gonna go do some work for our paying clients. Someone has to pay the bills around here. [Gunn leaves.]

ANGEL: [looks at Cordy] I believe there was something you were going to tell me?