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EXPECTING

Angel: 'You look nice.'
Cordy: 'And now I look like the Joker.'
Angel: 'Sorry.'
Cordy: 'Hopefully I'm still too young and carefree for a heart attack. Would it kill you to hum a little tune when sneaking up on people?'
Angel: 'I don't hum. I'm confused here. Why is Mrs. Bensen filed under 'P'?'

Cordy: 'That's not a 'P' that's an 'F'. Or is it an 'R'?'
Angel: 'I don't know. Maybe we can be a little less - young and carefree with the filing?'


Cordy: 'Oh, it's an 'F'. I remember now.'
Angel: 'All right, so... Why is it Mrs. Bensen is filed under 'F'?'
Cordy: 'Because she is from France. - Remember what a pain she was?'
Angel: 'Yeah. It made me what to drink a lot.'

Cordy: 'Well, that's the French for you.'

Wesley: 'Hello. I was just in the neighborhood, patrolling with my new Bavarian fighting axe, when I suddenly thought 'perhaps Cordelia has had a vision', perhaps you need my help in the battle against evil.'

Angel: 'We seem to be evil free at the moment.'
Wesley: 'I also packed along a 'Word Puzzle 3-D' if either of you has the nerve to take me on.'

Cordy: 'Gee, Wesley, I'd love to, but unlike you, I'm not in my 80s quite yet.'

Wesley: 'If shaking your booty at the latest trendy hot spot is your idea of a life, then call me... ...sick with envy.'

Sarina: 'Hi. I'm Sarina. Nice axe.'

Wesley: 'Uh, ah, no, this old thing...'
Sarina: 'We're late. Wilson practically had to have phone sex with the manager at Lounge La Brea to get us in.'

Cordy: 'Okay, okay. How do I look?'
Sarina: 'Like you always do. Wilson won't be able to take his eyes off of you.'
Angel: 'Who's Wilson?'
Sarina: 'Christopher.'
Angel: 'Christopher Wilson.'
Emily: 'Wilson Christopher.'
Wesley: 'No. The ethno-archeologist from Brandies?'
Sarina: 'The fashion photographer from LA who's been seeing Cordelia. Third times the charm. And that Hugh Grant thing is really starting to work for me.'

Angel: 'So, ahem You've been seeing someone. How come I didn't know?'
Cordy: 'Because I'm ashamed of you. Not to mention how you'd embarrass me by giving him the third degree.'

Emily: 'Your boss could give me the third degree anytime.'

Sarina: 'You're a sucker.'
Angel: 'Ah, Cordelia, grab that file. Sorry.'

Wesley: 'Oh, not to worry. Heh, heh, whoopsie.'
Angel: 'So, La Brea. Sounds like that could be an evening with all sorts of evening type... I - I heard the bands there are...'

Sarina: 'They don't have any bands.'
Angel: 'Which I like. Because if it's too loud...'
Emily: 'Want to come?'
Angel: 'Oh, I think I may be busy.'
'Beside, ah, I, uhm, I don't lounge all that well.'
Wesley: 'Good one! Oh, yes. No, he's ah, he's no lounger this one.'
Sarina: 'The good ones are always gay. Cor, tick, tock.'
Angel: 'So, that client I'm supposed to be meeting tonight, what's he like again?'

Cordy: 'Like a big baby hatching from a big egg with really large hands, in need of a manicure. You're meeting him here. Okay.'


Sarina: 'Are my girls ready to party?'
Wesley: 'I don't suppose you need any help, slaying the big baby creature, do you? Not that an evening alone with word puzzle isn't plenty exhilarating in it's own right. Right.'

'Don't move a muscle. - Demon spawn! Cowards, don't make me thrash it out of you. Where do you lay your eggs? In the cellar?'


Angel: 'Wesley...'
Wesley: 'In the bedroom?'
Angel: 'Yeah, that's right, termites lay their eggs anywhere, such as next door.'
'And we fight termites, where ever they may roam.'
Wesley: 'Sorry about the door.'

Intro.

Angel: Look out, Wesley!
Wes: Duck! You"ll pay for that!
That was bracing.'
Angel: 'Yeah. Baby just hatched. Wouldn't want to run into him when he grows up and gets his drivers license.'
Wesley: 'And thank you very much, Cordelia, for sending us to the wrong house. Another five minutes and that thing would have been loose in the world.'
Angel: 'Huh, well, it all worked out.'
Wesley: 'This time. Maybe we should clean up...You think a Tahval demon leaves a hefty security deposit?'
Angel: 'I'm sure of it.'
Wesley: 'Well, it's not my place, Cordelia works for you, but she doesn't seem to be paying attention to her duties lately.'

Angel: 'She's had a lot to deal with. I mean, Doyle's death, inheriting his visions, she's young. She's still trying to find her way in the world.'

Wesley: 'But we're not in the world. Demon hunters like us have a higher calling.'

Angel: 'You, uh...'
Wesley: 'Thanks. I mean, no one is more fond about Cordelia than I, but if she wants to go gad-abouting with those doxies...'
Angel: 'I think they liked you.'
Wesley: 'Really! I - I didn't mean doxy in the sexual promiscuous sense, exactly. I - I... You don't think sticking the axe in the wall put them off?'

Angel: 'That was charming.'
Wesley: 'What about the fact that they thought we were gay?'
Angel: 'Adds mystery.'
Bartender: 'Here you go.'
Sarina: 'Thanks.'
Bartender: 'Don't mention it.'
Sarina: 'I won't. But I'll tip for it. Jason, mullah.'
Jason: 'I'm not saying it was worthy of a kiss.'

Emily: 'I'm bored.'
Sarina: 'Emily, do you know what it takes to get in here?'

Emily: 'Still bored.'
Sarina: 'Well, Cordy's not.'
Wilson: 'So you left Sunnydale and came to LA. What was that like?'
Cordy: 'Like skydiving without a parachute except for the smashing your body to bits part. - Actually, no, it was like that, too.
Oh, and that guy that was supposed to be here when you arrive...'

Wilson: 'The guy?'
Cordy: 'With the big bag of fame and fortune.'

Wilson: 'Oh, that guy.'
Cordy: 'So, what happened to him?'
Wilson: 'He comes and goes. He's sort of fleeting that way.'
Cordy: 'Well, if you see him will you tell him to fleet my way?'

Wilson: 'Thank you.'
Cordy: 'For what?'
Wilson: 'For making me *not* hate dating. - Sarina is really something. I'm going to send her flowers for introducing you to me.'


Cordy: 'I knew that. God, for the first time I like LA. In high school I knew my place and, okay, it was a haughty place, and may be I was a *tad* shallow.'

Wilson: 'Oh, hey, nobody feels like they belong here. I mean that's the point of LA to make you feel as insecure as possible.'


Cordy: 'You don't feel that way.'
Wilson: 'Sure I do.'
Cordy: 'Right. You're doing what you came to LA to do. You're photographing all these gorgeous, famous people. Where is the insecure?'
Wilson: 'In the pictures, which are further proof that everybody is having a real life, except me.
I'm the guy behind the camera, watching and recording life, not - living it - each and every moment - like you.'
Cordy: 'Wow, I'm living life? Look at me.'
Wilson: 'Look at you.'
Cordy: 'Well, here we are. Thank you for the club, and for driving me home, and listening to my entire life's story.
I think I may have left out a couple of weeks in early 1987, but...'
Wilson: 'I had a great time, and you didn't talk too much. I want to know everything about you.'
Cordy: 'Me, too. I mean, about you, not... because I already know about me...'
Wilson: 'Call you tomorrow?'
Cordy: 'Uhm, you don't have to...'
Wilson: 'Call you?'
Cordy: 'Go home? I mean, right away? It's still early in Australia. Will you come in?'

Wilson: 'Nice.'
Cordy: 'Yeah, compared to my old apartment, it's Buckingham Place.'
Wilson: 'You live alone, right?'
Cordy: 'In the sense that I'm the only one living here that's actually alive.'
Wilson: 'That was a yes, I think.'
Cordy: 'Wiring. Old buildings.'
Wilson: 'Well, no worries. Besides I - I like looking at you.'
Cordy: 'Look the truth is that my dating game skills are kind of rusty. You're the first person I've had over in a long... well, - ever.
So, I'm open to suggestions.'

Wilson: 'Music?'
Cordy: 'Right. Music.'
Wilson: 'That's some jaunty Polka.'
'Oh, I know, I know, the wiring.'
Cordy: 'How about some tea?'
Wilson: 'That be great.'
Cordy: 'Okay.'
'All right, Dennis, *knock it off*! This is the one guy, I've actually liked in a long time, and if you keep killing the mood, I'll kill *you*!

All right, empty threat, you being a ghost and already dead and all. But I'll do something *worse*! I'll play 'Evita' around the clock. The one with *Madonna*!'

Wilson: 'Who are you talking to?'
Cordy: 'Uhm...my ghost. I have a ghost. He's jealous. Kidding. The apartment's great, but things are always breaking and,
uhm, and I have no one to complain to, so sometimes *just* to keep myself company I talk to myself.'
'Wilson?'
'Uh-oh, somebody is going to be late for work.'
Angel: 'What time is it?'
Wesley: 'Quarter past noon.'
Angel: 'I left two messages, she should have called back.
Cordelia!'
Wesley: 'Maybe she unplugged her phone. Or she slept somewhere else. Well, I guess we should... break down her door and trespass.'
Angel: 'Cordelia? -I'm getting a bad feeling here.'
Wesley: 'I thought it was just me.'

Angel: 'This isn't like her.'
Wesley: 'Avoiding her responsibilities? Lately it seems quite like her. I'm sure it'll all work out once we:
Mother of God.'

Cordy: 'Angel?'
Angel: 'It's alright. We're here.'
Cordy: 'I'm ready to wake up now. I - I don't seem to be - waking up.
Help me.'
Angel: 'We're going to. What do you remember?'
Cordy: 'Well, we went to the club. And Wilson and I just sort of hid out on this couch and we talked and talked and then he drove me home and I asked him in. - He was really nice. And we ah, - you know?
It was normal. He was normal and it was safe, it was - it was all really safe!'


Angel: 'Shh, shh. It's okay. Have you talked to Wilson?'
Cordy: 'No. I haven't talked to anyone. What would I say to him? 'I had a really great time. I think you left something at my place'? I don't think this is right.'

Angel: 'What ever is happening to you, he may have some answers.'
Cordy: 'I can't.'
Angel: 'Just dial his number and I'll talk to him.'
Cordy: 'Oh, God. I'm being punished.'
Wesley: 'You're certainly not being punished. This is... We'll get to the bottom of it.'
Тhe phone: 'The number you have reached has been disconnected, there is no new number at this time.'
Angel: 'He's not answering right now. I want you to rest, and we're going to handle this. Hey! You're not alone.'
Cordy: 'That's sort of the problem, isn't it? Could you - just leave me alone for now?'

Angel: 'We're going to be right outside.'
Thanks.'
Wesley: 'Any luck with your contact?'
Angel: 'Wilson's home and business phones have been disconnected, no unlisted numbers, no forwarding addresses, no criminal record.'


Wesley: 'Well, that's something.'
Angel: 'I'm guessing it's some kind of procrea-parasitic demon.'
Wesley: 'Hmm, a demon who can only reproduce by implanting a human woman with its seed. Yes, I've heard of such entities. - The human mothers...'

Angel: 'Rarely survive labor, and the ones that do, wish they hadn't.'
Wesley: 'If she's that pregnant in one night, she could give birth at any moment.'

Angel: 'We have to move fast. You're gonna have to see what's inside her.'
Wesley: 'I beg your pardon?'
Angel: 'Pre-natal exam, Wesley.'
Wesley: 'Oh, of course. And what about you?'
Angel: 'I'm going to find Daddy.'
Bartender: 'I didn't see you.'
Angel: 'I get that a lot.'
Bartender: 'What can I get you?'
Angel: 'I need some help.'
Bartender: 'I'm kind busy.'
Angel: 'Yeah, I know. I won't take much of your time. A friend of mine was here last night. Her name is Cordelia. Big smile, really pretty?'

Bartender: 'Yeah, we get a lot of that.'
'What's this?'
Angel: 'Probably an insult. I'm guessing that you're serving drinks day and night to jerks that think that they can buy anything.'

Bartender: 'Yeah, that be a good guess.'

Angel: 'One of those jerks hurt my friend. I need to find him, fast.'

Bartender: 'Who was it?'
Angel: 'Wilson Christopher. Look, I want to know who his friends are, where they hang...'

Bartender: 'Pretty much where ever Sarina tells them to.'
Angel: 'Sarina.'
Bartender: 'Yeah. You know her?'
Angel: 'Yeah.'
Bartender: 'They travel in packs. The guys have the money, the girls have the pretty. The girls decide what club's the flavor of the month and Sarina rules the girls.'
Angel: 'Thanks.'
Bartender: 'So, you're her boyfriend?'
Angel: 'No. I'm family.'
Pregnant woman : 'Do you know what it is? Boy or girl?'
Wesley: 'Shouldn't be long. I told them that it was rather urgent.'
Woman: 'You're carrying low. I bet it's...'

Cordy: 'Shut up! Don't touch me!'
Doctor: 'You're what, eight and a half months along?'
Wesley: 'Feels like only yesterday, doesn't it?'
Doctor: 'Well, I see you left a lot of blanks on the patient information form. It would help to have the name of your previous doctor.'

Cordy: 'You're the only doctor we've been to...'
Wesley: 'in California. We just moved here from England.'
Doctor: 'Lovely country. So, how are you feeling?'
Cordy: 'I'm as big as a house, everything hurts, I...'
Doctor: 'That's all normal at this stage. And once your little one comes out, which will probably be in no time, you'll feel a lot better.'


Cordy: 'God, it's a nightmare.'
Wes: Hormones.
Doctor: 'All right, Mrs. Penborn, why don't you lie back and see what's baking in the oven?'

Doctor: 'Have you folks settled on a name yet? It's the hardest part for a lot of people. Hmm, looks like somebody is having twins.'

Cordy and Wesley: 'Twins?!?'
Doctor: 'No, there is a third heartbeat.'
Nurse: 'There is another one.'
Doctor: 'Five... six: oh, my God!'
Cordy: 'What is it? What's wrong?'
Doctor: 'I - I'm sure it's nothing. But I - I'd like to withdraw - a little of the amniotic fluid just, just to make sure that everything is, ah... shipshape.
So, nurse, if you would prep Mrs. Penborn right away?'
Angel: 'Sarina?'
Sarina: 'Just leave it outside.'
Angel: 'Sarina, it's Angel, Cordelia's friend. Can I come in?'
Sarina: 'Okay.'
Angel: 'Sarina?'Sarina?'
Sarina: 'The light hurts my eyes lately.'

Angel: 'I know the feeling.'
Sarina: 'I thought you were the liquor store. I'm almost dry. I know what you're thinking. I shouldn't, right? It'll hurt the baby? I hope!'

Doctor: 'I need to tell you that there is a point 0, 5% chance of miscarriage from the procedure. Now, it's a very small risk...'
Cordy: 'I'll take it.'
Doctor: 'Now, you'll feel a pinch. Just count backwards from five, and we'll be done.'

Cordy: '5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - 1 - 1 - 1!'
The doctor: 'All done. Now, that wasn't too bad, was it? Now we'll just run a few tests...'

The nurse: 'Dr. Wasserman?'
Doctor: 'This is, uhm... Excuse me.'
Cordy: 'You saw what's inside of me?'
Wesley: 'I think we should find Angel.'

Cordy: 'Wesley, please just tell me!'

Wesley: 'Cordelia...'
Cordy: 'Do they look healthy?'
Sarina: 'It's like it's not real, but it is. Right? It's really happening?'

Angel: 'It's real. It's happening to Cordelia, too.'
Sarina: 'Oh, God. - I can't reach Jason. He's gone.'
Angel: 'So is Wilson.'
Sarina: 'I didn't know this would happen.'
Angel: 'But you knew something.'
Sarina: 'Yeah, I knew, I knew, I knew the guys, - Jason and Nick, and then Wilson wanted to meet Cordelia. I don't know. I knew something wasn't right. Their money...'
Angel: 'What about their money?'
Sarina: 'It's stupid. It kind of - smelled. I mean, *really* smelled. And sometimes the guys were like - jumpy. But this town, - you know? Everything is fake. Things are weird and you stop asking questions. - You sure this is really happening?'

Angel : 'Do you have someone you can call?
'
Sarina: 'I Call?'
Angel: 'Family.'
Sarina: 'No. No one. The guys seemed like they liked that. Wilson asked about Cordelia and I told him that she didn't have anybody either.'
Angel: 'Sarina, where can I find...'
Wesley: 'It's all going to work out. You'll see, everything's going to be just fine.'
Cordy: 'I know it will be.'
Wesley: 'There's a brave girl. I'm sure Angel won't mind if you rest in here.
Just relax, get comfortable, well, ah, ha ,ha, as comfortable as is possible at any rate. Should you need anything, anything at *all*... I'll just...'

Cordy: 'You're afraid.'
Wesley: 'What?'
Cordy: 'You're afraid of what's inside of me. You think it's horrible. You think that I won't be able to handle it. That if I find out, I'll do something - bad.'
Wesley: 'Cordelia, the truth is I haven't yet formulated a theory. I need time to analyze the ultrasound and weigh the data, and - and the moment there is anything concrete to report...'

Cordy: 'There is 7 of them. There is 7 of his children - growing inside of me. They are talking to me. They're talking all at once. I can't understand.'
Wesley: 'Cordelia, I know how difficult this must be for you...'
Cordy: 'No! You don't know.'
Wesley: 'All right.'
Cordy: 'You don't know what it's like to be a partner in creation.'
Wesley: 'I - I - I just meant...'
Cordy: 'Wesley...'
Wesley: 'Yes?'
Cordy: 'They're not human.'
Wesley: 'I imagine that's true.'
Cordy: 'But, I mean... that could be okay, right? I mean, look at Angel.
He's not human. And Doyle, he wasn't either...'
Wesley: 'Shh. Shh.'
Cordy: 'I mean, not totally. He was good.'

Wesley: 'Shh. Shh.'
Any luck locating Wilson?'
Angel: 'Not yet. But I did find Cordelia's friend Sarina. She's a victim, too. As big as Cordelia. Wilson's rich buddies are in on it. Four of them, maybe more, I don't know how many women they've impregnated.'

Wesley: 'And it's worse than you know. The ultra sound results. Seven heartbeats, at least, maybe more. And with multiple pregnancies:'
Angel: 'Someone is raising an army.'
Wesley: 'An army of what?'
Angel: 'Good question. We need to find the demon fathers.'
Wesley: 'Gun clubs? Guns can kill them? Well, I say, that makes it easier.'

Angel: 'Sarina said Wilson and his buddies hang out at some private gun club. Guns and Cigars.
She doesn't know where exactly. While I find them you should be narrowing down the species. Maybe we can figure out a way to terminate this without hurting her.'

Wesley: 'And if we can't?'
Angel: 'Then we need to know what to do once they're born.'
Wesley: 'Yes, well, it mustn't come to that. The odds of her even surviving are...'
Angel: 'I don't think I ever realized just how disgusting that was.
Get her back to bed.'
Wesley: 'Yes.'
Angel: 'Maybe order her a pizza or something.'
Wesley: 'Good idea.'
Angel: 'Uh...'
Cordy: 'I was hungry.'
Wilson: 'You shouldn't sneak up on people like that in here. That's how accidents happen.'
Angel: 'Speaking of accidents. I'm a friend of Cordelia Chase.'
Wilson: 'This is a private club. Featured word - 'private'.'
Angel: 'You don't talk to me, I'll kick your ass. Featured word - 'ass'.'

Wilson: 'Angel, right? Her boss? She told me all about you, man.'
Angel: 'Yeah, well, somehow, I doubt that. You're human. Then you can't be the father. So you and your friends are just a link. Huh?
How does it work? Those things come to term, she'll die. You do know that?'

Wilson: 'So? I'm not telling you anything.'
Angel: 'Was so hoping you'd say that.'

Nick: 'Hey! Uhmm, - someone's mommy didn't teach him to play nice.'
Wilson: 'You have no idea what you're dealing with.'
Wesley: 'Eeesh!'
Cordy: 'That's him, isn't it?'
Wesley: 'I ask that you not overreact.
Keep in mind that oft times these 16th century engravers tended to exaggerate.
Cordelia? I - I know it seems dire, but now that we've identified the species, there is every chance that we will be able to stop what's happening to you.
That's right. We mustn't lose hope.'

Cordy: ' You're not going to hurt my babies. No one is going to hurt *my* babies.'

Angel: 'You know, I'm starting to get the big picture here. You guys proxy for big daddy demon, he imbues you with his life force or whatever it is you're implanting in these women.'

Jason: 'He's trouble finding his own dates. We just - help him out a little, that's all.'

Wilson: 'Shut up, Jason.'
Angel: 'And you get what in return, fame, money, success? That's it, isn't it? How else would losers like you get ahead? I mean, you'd have to become procreative surrogates for a vile demonic entity.'

Jason: 'Well, mostly, I do it for the sex.'

Wilson: 'Welcome to Los Angeles. There are worse things to be in business with.'

Angel: 'Where is he? Where is this demon you worship?'
Wilson: 'Even if we did tell you where to find him, it wouldn't matter, since you're about to have an accident.'

Angel: 'I really don't like it when people shoot me.'
Now you're going to tell me what I need to know.'
Wesley: 'Hello?'
Angel: 'Yeah, Wesley, it's Angel.'
Wesley: 'Oh, Angel, thank God.'
Angel: 'I found Wilson. Whatever it is Cordelia is carrying around inside her, he's not the father.'
Wesley: 'I know. It's a Hacksaw beast, an inner earth demon. Oh, this is all my fault.'
Angel: 'How is that your fault?'
Wesley: 'Cordelia ran off. I tried to stop her. She became insanely protective when I identified the Hacksaw as the father of her - her, ah, I fear she may have gone off to rendezvous with it.'

Angel: 'She has. Miliken Industrial Park in Reseda.'
Wesley: 'What?'
Angel: 'That's where Wilson and his friends built their shrine.'
Wesley: 'How does Cordelia know that?'
Angel: 'She's telepathically linked to its unborn. That's how it's controlling Cordelia.'

Wesley: 'Of course, a psychic umbilical cord. The Hacksaw's telepathic connection is what's sustaining its unborn spawn.'
Angel: 'So, all we have to do is cut the cord.'

Wesley: 'We slay this demon and poof! No more evil pregnancies. Well, this is good news. We can end this without harming the women. There is just one tiny problem.'

Angel: 'What's that?'
Wesley: 'Well, I don't wish to use the words 'impossible to kill', but fire won't kill it, decapitation won't,
and it's really huge.'
Angel: 'Wesley, can you shoot straight?'
Wesley: 'Beg your pardon?'
'Cordelia!'
'Come out of there this instant! All of you please!'
Cordy: 'We don't expect you to understand.'
Wesley: 'I understand. You'll die unless you come with me, and that is the most vile smelling filth I've ever had the displeasure of inhaling. Now don't make me come in there after you.'
Cordy: 'We serve our master.'
Wesley: 'Please come before...'
Demon: 'Who is the interloper to think you could disturb the birth of my children? Who are you?'

Wesley: 'Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, rogue demon hunter. And I'm here to fight you, Sir, to the death, - preferably yours.'

Demon: 'You?'
Wesley: 'As a heathen I wouldn't expect you to be familiar with the biblical story of David and Goliath. But I assure you it's of particular relevance to this situation.'

Demon: 'You said you came here to do battle, then lets fight and be done.'

Wesley: 'Yes, well, - as a point of courtesy, - I like to get to know my opponents, before I engage them in mortal combat.
Do you, ah - do you have any hobbies?'
Demon: 'Enough talk. I'll come to you.'
Angel: 'Sorry I'm late to the baby shower. Brought a little gift.'

Cordy: 'I really hate dating.'

Angel: 'She likes magazines. I got a few, you know, for when she comes back.'
Wesley: 'Excuse me, I did just neaten this up for her.'
Angel: 'Cordelia. Hi. You look great.'

Wesley: 'Marvelous!'
Angel: 'I mean it's only been two days. You didn't have to come in so soon.'

Wesley: 'Yes, if you need more time, Angel can manage. I've been helping out a little... ..Someone forgot to close the filter again.'

Angel: 'Of course if you're ready to come back...'
Cordy: 'I'm fine. I had this great audition today for Max Crax, you know, the little crackers?'
Angel: 'That's terrific.'
Wesley: 'Yes.'
Angel: 'Because, you know, a cracker is something everyone can..'
Wesley: 'Eat.'
Angel: 'Eat.'
Cordy: 'This producer was so nice. He said that I'm his first choice. We're going out to dinner tonight.'

Angel: 'Uh-huh, tonight?'
Cordy: 'Well, best to get back on the horse, I suppose. If he seems...'
Cordy: 'He is so sweet. He says that all I have to do is let him impregnate me with his demon master's seed, and I've got the part. Guys, I appreciate all the concern, but I'm *okay*.
I mean, it was an ordeal, but I got through it, - and I'm a lot stronger than those loser demon surrogates thought.'

Angel: 'I'm starting to learn that.'
Cordy: 'I learned something, too. I learned, uhm, - men are evil? Oh, wait, - I knew that. I learned that LA is full of self-serving phonies. No, - had that one down, too. Uh... sex is bad?'

Angel: 'We all knew that.'
Cordy: 'Okay. I learned that I have two people I trust absolutely with my life. - And that part's new.'
Wesley: 'Uh, some, uh - allergies.'

The end
 
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