Angel [talking about the director]: And the way he talks to her. It's like she's his commodity. Like she's his slave or something. And you know what the worst part is? She took it. When was the last time Cordy took crap from any of us?"
Gunn: "Never. And the day after never."
Angel: "Exactly! He's also got her wearing this - flimsy swimsuit that covers like (twists the ax handle between his hands as he looks up at the ceiling) nothing."
For a moment all three guys' eyes unfocus, then they glance at each other.
Wesley: "Appalling."
Gunn: "Disgusting."
Angel: "Right."
All three guys stare at the floor for a moment, then Gunn shakes his head slightly.
Gunn: "Well, shouldn't we be off killing something?"
Wesley: "Absolutely."
Angel: "Good. Let's get this show on the road."
