Angel: He seem, I dunno, short?
Host: Oh, absolutely. Clearly the guy shrank. All over, probably. Why he's nothing but a muscle-y midget. I'm sure the moment Cordelia gets him home she'll just pop him in a small-ish drawer and that'll be that. You got nothing to worry about, tiger.
Angel: She took him home -- Well, that's... good. At least we won't have to put him up here. Place was starting to turn into a hotel.
Cordelia: But your heart wasn't really in it.
Groo: No. That left when you did.
Groo: Angel! Your weapons are most impressive!
Angel: Thanks. Thank you. Could you please ask him not to handle my weapons?
Wesley: You should have called one of us.
Cordelia: Oh, please. Like I'm gonna bother you guys in the middle of the night just because I want sex and can't have it.
Wesley: Actually, I meant the vision.
Wesley: Oh. Why can't you have sex?
Cordelia: I could lose my visionity.
Wesley: Allllright. If you want to play it that way...
Cordelia: Vision-ity.
Cordelia: I guess we could probably "Com" without actually "Shuking," right?
Groo: After we slay this beast, I shall present its head to my princess. As a token.
Angel: Right. 'Cos she'd love that.
Cordelia: Oh, wait -- it's not like your strength is in your hair or anything, right?
Groo: No. I believe it is in my muscles.
Angel: He's wearing my clothes.
Wesley: Good fit.
Cordelia: Oh, good. You're back.
Angel: He's wearing my clothes.
Cordelia: What? Oh, yeah. I didn't think you'd mind. Turns out you guys are about the same size. I think he's a little taller. Looks great, though, doesn't he?
Angel: So that you and Groo can...
Cordelia: Com-Shuk like bunnies. You betcha.
Groo: So I may Com-Shuk my Princess.
Gunn: Him and his date... Some kind of a root crazy, tree-like demon-y thing...
Fred: With what looks like a DSL connection...
Gunn: And it's been getting stronger since it tapped into Groo.
Angel: Really? Stronger? C'mon, he can't be that great.
Gunn: What are you, her brother?
Wesley: Apparently.
Angel: It's okay. It was already ruined.
Cordelia: If it's any consolation, I planned to rip it off him later, anyway.
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