WESLEY: He must be under the effect of Lorne— and Eve, too, presum— presumally.
FRED: Prezoomally.
WESLEY: Lorne’s doing it—something to all of us.
LORNE: I am not.
WESLEY: Everything he’s told us to do, we’re doing. Spike’s thinking positive, Gunn is peeing all over the office.
FRED: And we’re a little bit drunk.
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—ights. 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)
