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Lorne : Can you believe this, not even ten o'clock and we've already run out of yak's bile.
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Angel : You've read them. You've seen it. You know what's coming.
Lorne : Now, Angel cakes. You wouldn't appreciate it if I were to blab your personal stuff to every Tom, Dick and vampire that walked in the door, would ya?
Angel : Is it bad?
Lorne : Oy. But I really can't divulge to you what I read in another being. But I can tell you what I overheard in the men's restroom. It's coming Friday. And it's got all their legal briefs in a twist about it.
Angel : What?
Lorne : Well, about every seventy five years, your friends over at Wolfram and Hart have this review. I think the general angst is not so much about the review, but more about the reviewer. And, let's just say it ain't Rex Reed.
Angel : What is it?
Lorne : It's evil... It's dark... It's merciless. Actually, now that I say it out loud, it sounds an awful lot like Rex, doesn't it?
Angel : Maybe you could just tell me in one word what it is.
Lorne : Not likely. But I can tell you in two. Senior partner.
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Lorne : Look, all these messy rites and rituals crashing all over town? They don't mean anything. Nervous children trying to score as many brownie points as they can before Daddy gets home. I got news - Daddy? Not impressed. Anyhow, stopping those won't prevent it from passing into our world on Friday.
Angel : What is "It" and how do I stop it?
Lorne : I don't know, and you don't.
[long pause]
Lorne : Almost anything that can manifest, in order to move in this dimension, can be killed. Kinda the downside to being here. That, and the so-called musicals of Andrew Lloyd Webber.
[pause]
Lorne : "The Band of Blacknil". Don't ask me what it means, I don't know. I shouldn't even have given you that much.
Angel : Thanks.
Lorne : Hey, "Home Office". I picked it up from half a dozen of them tonight.
Angel : What does it mean?
Lorne : Could be the source. Who knows? Now, stop pestering me. Oh, I am picking up one other thing. They'd really like to see you dead.
