[Wes wants to make sure Fred is not cursing him. So he goes to her apartment, opening the door, which is, like his door was that morning, unlocked. Fred turns to see who it is.]

FRED: What are you doing here?

WILLOW: Dammit! Wesley, you idiot! You ruined the spell.

WES: Then I guess I arrived just in time.

FRED: What are you talking about? I thought you'd like what we were doing.

WES: [smiles. thinks maybe Willow and Fred WERE doing something sexy.]

WILLOW: You could have even watched the big climax. Then you would have learned something.

WES: [quite fluxomed] So, so, well, er, what sort of spell were you two ladies doing?

WILLOW: A locator spell. To discover where your Beast hides out during the day.

WES: Oh really. So it WAS business. But how? A locator spell in Los Angeles would detect such a profusion of demons as to completely moot its ability to uncover a single demon.

WILLOW: A normal locator spell, sure. But I assume this guy's giving off an extraordinarily powerful signal. So I tweaked the spell to filter out all the common demons and only find the big fish.

FRED: Did you think I was fooling around with Willow? You know, experimenting? Wesley, we live in a soap opera, not a porno.

WES: I thought we lived in a soap opera which became a porno.

FRED: No. Only your life's become a porno. The rest of us still live in a soap opera.

WES: Ah yes. That would explain an awful lot. Well then. Best of luck with your magics. [walks to door. looks at Willow. motions for her to come over to him. she does. Wes talks to her in a whisper.] Does this mean you aren't even attracted to Fred? How can you not find her the least bit fetching?

WILLOW: Fred's pretty. But she's not my type. I'm a breast girl.

WES: [pauses to take in this information] That was more than I needed to know. And at the same time not enough.

WILLOW: Wes, if you're one of those guys who, when he thinks about two women doing a spell together, does a little spell of his own, please take it somewhere else.

WES: Now that's just rude and dodgy on so many levels. There's a fine line between being witty and being catty.

WILLOW: And there's also a fine line between being a rake and being a pervert.

WES: I like to think that if I were either of those things, you'd find me repulsive. And yet you don't appear to be repelled by me in the least. Farewell. I have my business to attend to. Good luck with yours. [Wes leaves. Willow goes back to do the spell with Fred.]

WILLOW: Too bad he wasn't like that when he was a Watcher. Faith might actually have respected him.

[at the Hyperion]

CORDY: Angel, ever since you started loving me, I've brought you nothing but pain.

ANGEL: Cordy, that's ridiculous.

CORDY: Is it? Think of everything that's happened to you since that night at the ballet. I don't know why it's been that way. I love you, and the last thing I want is to make you suffer. But that always seems to be what I do.

ANGEL: I don't want your pity. I don't want you feeling sorry for me. And I don't want you apologizing. I just want you to know what you want. Don't tell me anything else. Just tell me that.

CORDY: [pauses for a few seconds] When I was up there, looking down, and I saw you all alone, in the water, I didn't care about my future, or who I could help, or serving the Greater Good. All I wanted was to be down there. Sinking to the bottom, with you. What good were all my powers if I couldn't use them to help you? If I couldn't use them to be with you.

ANGEL: But that's behind us. You're here with me now. That's all that matters.