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ANGEL: So, ah… So, you don’t wanna talk to me?
FRED: I can’t, huh?
ANGEL: Why won’t you?
FRED: Because you’re not real. Or I’m not real. Somebody here isn’t real. And I suspect it’s you. So if you’re not real, that means that my head came off back there and that I’m dead now. Dead. And with me being dead and you not being real I can hardly be expected to have some big conversation with you at the moment, because it’s just a little too much pressure, alright?!
— Angel, “Through the Looking Glass” (2.21)
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LORNE: You remember back around five years ago when I first disappeared. Did you notice anything odd?
HIS MOTHER: We noticed feasting and celebrations. Your brother Numfar did the dance of joy for three moons. Numfar! Do the dance of joy!
LORNE: Actually what I meant was more along the lines of a strange flashing, kind of a weird pulsating—You remember when I said we didn’t have music in my world? Wish I could say the same about the dancing—lights. Really you couldn’t have missed it. Big, bendy, swirly…
MOTHER: No longer do the dance of joy, Numfar!
— Angel, “Through the Looking Glass” (2.21)