CORDELIA: I am so sick of dust.
ANGEL: I can't lift my arm all the way.
GUNN: That vamp did a number on my ribs.
WESLEY: I'm afraid I threw my back out again. (Pulls smashed pager from back pocket) Ach, lovely! (Drops it.)
CORDELIA: Ach! Grease stains! All over my new outfit. Okay, so maybe my pain isn't physical, but do you have any idea of the dry cleaning bill I'm looking at?
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