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Version 2.01 Tru Calling s1
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Angel: Hey.
Faith: Hey.
Angel: How you doing?
Faith: Pretty good, I guess. I did sign up for this.
Angel:Regretting the choice?
Faith: Bad day. One of the girls in the yard tried to build a rep by throwing down with me. She had low self-esteem, and a home-made knife, so..
Angel:Oh. - Is she - you know - alive?
Faith: She lives to tell the tale. Took the knife away - but I can't say much for the wrist it came in.
Angel: So you didn't kill her.
Faith: I really wanted to. - Took a big beating from the guards, too.
Angel: Sorry.
Faith: Earned worse. Guys like us kind of got it coming.
Angel: I had to sing Barry Manilow.
Faith: You're kidding.
Angel: In front of people.
Faith: And here I am talking about my petty little problems.
Angel: Just wanted to give you a little perspective.
Faith: Copa cabana?
Angel: Mandy. I don't wanna dwell on it.
Faith: The road to redemption is a rocky path.
Angel: That it is.
Faith: You think we might make it?
Angel: We might....Food getting any better?
Faith: You know, it's not that different from what I grew up on. It's a little one note. Eating the same thing every day.
Angel: I wonder what that's like.
Faith: Right.