Angel pulls two miniature hockey sticks out of the box and holds them up.
Gunn: "Some kind of boomerang vamp stake?"
Angel hands one to Gunn: "No! They're itty-bitty hockey sticks!"
Angel demonstrates, then pulls a small jersey out of the box and holds it up. It says' Connor 03' on the back.
Angel: "Check this out! How *cute* is this? Huh? Seriously."
Gunn: "Seriously, I think you got way too much time on your hands."
Fred: "Come on. You think it's adorable."
Gunn: "Well, yeah, but at least I'm manly enough to deny it."
Angel: "Okay, okay. I admit things have been a little slow since Cordelia and the Groosalug went on vacation."
Angel takes the puck out of the box and tosses it to Gunn.
Gunn: "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually jonesing for a throw-down with something mean and nasty."
Angel is taking a drink from a glass of blood, sitting on the counter.
Fred: "Cordelia hasn't called once with a vision. Do they even have phones there?"
Gunn drops the puck on the floor and tires out the small hockey stick.
Angel: "Maybe they're not near a phone. Come on, it's a vacation! They're not gonna waste it all on a dark hotel room - you know, together, where the food's delivered and there is no reason to go outside. You know, hockey is a great sport."
Gunn: "You realize this is the whitest sport known to man?"
Angel: "True. But the games are indoors, and they usually play at night."