The Shroud of Rahmon
Cop: "Just tell us what happened."
Wesley: "It all went horribly wrong."
Wesley: "What happened to your hair?"
Cordelia: "Excuse me?"
Wesley: "Your hair. It's new... - it's great! When did this happen?"
Cordelia: "Ten days ago."
Wesley: "Of course! I didn't want to embarrass you by..."
Cordelia: "...noticing?"
Wesley: "Have you seen Angel? I thought I might check on him. He doesn't seem to be doing much with his time lately."
Cordelia: "Au contraire. His day is packed. Brood about Darla. Brood about Darla. Lunch! - followed by a little Darla brooding."
Cordelia: "A-huh, time to traipse off to your shallow, soul-sucking Hollywood party?"
Wesley: "Premiere, actually. And - I happen to have an extra ticket..."
Cordelia: "Who does shallow better than me?"
Gunn: "And what am I supposed to do? Sit home and knit?"
Angel: "I could use a sweater. - Something dark."
Kate: "You afraid I'll get hurt?"
Angel: "No. I'm afraid you'll get killed."
Angel: "Your - your hair. It looks great. When did this happen?"
Wesley: "Ten days ago! Pay attention."
Angel: "Why doesn't anybody tell me any of this stuff..."
Angel: "Don't tell me you must be... Bob, the security guard... and you're a great big - monster, aren't you?"
Cordelia: "Museums, museums. Okay, we've got the Moca. We've got the Lacma. Uh, the Gene Autry! Well, it could be a magical stuffed horse!"
Wesley: "Let's assume not, and try Natural History."
Cordelia: "Okay, here we go. Site map - membership - museum shop... don't they have a section like - things you might want to steal?"
Cordelia: "Could it be a collection of Chelicerate arthropods?"
Wesley: "Keep going. - Hold it. 'On the third of this month, museum research department received the Shroud of Rahmon from a tomb recently unearthed by University of New Mexico archeologists'."
Cordelia: "Okay. Two words I don't like right off the bat: tomb and unearthed. People, you've got to leave your tombs earthed!"
Wesley: "The shroud was woven by the head priest, said to have been driven mad by the demon himself. Once Rahmon was defeated the priest dyed the shroud with the blood of seven virgin women sacrificed on the first full moon. Then laid it upon Rahmon's body in order to prevent his resurrection."
Cordelia: "Why is it always virgin women who have to do the sacrificing?
Wesley: "For purity, I suppose."
Cordelia: "This has nothing to do with purity. This is all about dominance, buddy. You could bet if someone ordered a male body part for religious sacrifice the world would be atheist... like that."
Cordelia: "So in order to take his mind off the torment that is Darla, we sent Angel after a box that makes you crazy."
Gunn: "When are they gonna start making some pretty demons?"
Wesley: "Oh, I'm sorry - I'm feeling a little..."
Cordelia: "Me too. I think it's the altitude."
Wesley: "Right. The altitude here at sea level."
Kate: "Where is Angel?"
Wesley: "Angel? - Right... That's why I'm here - to warn Angel about - something... imporant! - Your hair!"
Kate: "You're here to warn Angel about my hair."
Wesley: "It's blonde!"
Cordelia: "My teeth are so - big! I - am - pleasant."
Cordelia: "Oh. Hello, plastic person. You're all by you're lonesome in here."
Angel: "Stay down or they'll kill you."
Wesley: "We had every good intention of course."
Cordelia: "Right. Sending him into the path of a crazy-making, one-way-ticket-to-evil-town death cloth. - Good plan."
Wesley: "It's not the shrouds effects on him that worry me as much as..."
Cordelia: "As what? My stealing? I returned everything. I swear."
Wesley: "Angel drank human blood, from a living person. - Something he hasn't done in a very long time."
Cordelia: "So, on top of everything else we may have reawakened his bloodlust?"
Wesley: "Yes."
Cordelia: "Hmm. - Full days work then."