ANGEL: Mad. You're all mad. These clothes. Your speech. This place. What land is this?

GUNN: What land is it supposed to be?

WESLEY: Yes, where do you hail from, friend?

ANGEL: I'm not your friend, you English pig. We never wanted you in Ireland. We don't want you now.

GUNN: You Irish?

CORDELIA: You don't sound Irish?

ANGEL: For most certain, I sound exactly - Something wrong with my voice.

WESLEY: Well, what's your name?

ANGEL: Liam.

CORDELIA: Great. We've all got names. Bye, now.

WESLEY: I wouldn't be so quick, Miss Chase, to leave. Clearly, we're all victims of some nefarious scheme.

ANGEL: Liiiiiaaamm....

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