Angel, Season 5

Connor:
Open sesame. Or whatever.

[Connor takes the top off of the urn, and silvery smoke emanates from it, assembling nearby, forming Sahjahn.]

Sahjahn:
[looks around, sees Connor] Thank you, mortal, for releasing me from my cursed prison. In gratitude, I grant you 3 wishes.

Connor:
Really?

Sahjahn:
Nah. I'm just messing with you.

Connor:
[frowns] Oh.

Sahjahn:
[chuckles] I do appreciate it, though. (stretches his neck) Ahh... that urn wasn't exactly a day at the spa. I owe you one.

Connor:
Right. Well, before you start trying to kiss me, I should probably tell ya... you and I, we're, uh...supposed to fight.

Sahjahn:
Is that right?

Connor:
Yeah.

Sahjahn:
Now, why would you want...[Looks closer at Connor]...ah! You're him.

Connor:
Yeah. I'm me. Hi. You can take a moment, if you want. There's some weapons and stuff over here if you think you'll need them.

Sahjahn:
Thanks.