FRED: (holds a drawing of a red, spike-covered demon) That's supposed to be a kid?

WESLEY: An infant Gatbar demon. The spikes grow to full size in the womb.

FRED: Ouch. Gross factor aside, these pregnancies all seem to be run-of-the-mill demon lifecycle stuff. Nothing mystical about 'em.

WESLEY: They're just pictures, Fred.

FRED: It's the pictures in my mind that are getting me. I can't stop thinking about Connor and Cordy...hiding up in that room...imagining what they do up there. It's like being stuck in a really bad movie with those Clockwork Orange clampy things on my eyeballs.

WESLEY: Why imagine? Reality's disturbing enough.

FRED: Connor's Angel's son. How did he and Cordy get all... couply?

WESLEY: They were probably as surprised as anyone. But they were both lost, lonely...

FRED: No matter how lonely I was, I would never—

WESLEY: (pointedly) Things happen, Fred. When you're alienated from the people who care about you, you start to look other places.

FRED: Hm. Lilah.

WESLEY: We were fighting on opposite sides, but it was the same war.

FRED: But you hated her...didn't you?

WESLEY: It's not always about holding hands...

• Wesley & Fred
• Wesley & Lilah

written by: Jeffrey Bell & Sarah Fain & Elizabeth Craft; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season4/transcripts/82_tran.php