Back at the Hyperion, Cordy has changed into a clingy dress and modified the ponytail so that it doesn't look so freakish. She hands Angel some pages torn out of a magazine and demands, "Look!" Angel looks at a photo of Wesley and Virginia laughing at a party. He reads: "Virginia Bryce, squired by Mr. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, private detective and bodyguard to the stars..." Angel chuckles and asks, "Who says 'squired'?" Cordy instructs Angel to "look at him, all over her!" Angel says that Cordy is just jealous of the attention Wesley is getting. Cordy snaps, "Damn skippy!" Skippy? What'd he have to do with it? Isn't he off stalking Mallory Keaton somewhere? Oh, wait, it's an expression. She continues, "He's getting famous off this! Reflected glory? That's my thing!" Johanna tells me that "damn skippy" is no longer a hip expression. I didn't know it ever was one. Dude, I'm so square. Wait, we don't say that any more either, do we? I give up. Cordy, still upset, leaves. Angel looks at the article again, and repeats, "'Bodyguard to the stars'? Yeah, right." As we fade out to the recurring wackiness tune, he bitterly adds, "There's no Wyndam-Pryce agency." Hey, do you think anyone went back to tell Cary that his swami friend was murdered, and there's a spy at his club? Just wondering.

Next week...aw, yeah, baby. Will Buffy realize that long dangling scarves are not a good slaying accessory? Will there be mega-flashbacks? Will Cordy take comfort in the fact that her wig is still better than Angel's? Will Spike model several new (or, rather, old) hairstyles? Will there be a subway fight straight out of Highlander 2? Will a herd of vampires re-enact the opening credits of Reservoir Dogs? Will I care what happens, as long as I get to talk about Spike?