(Cordelia and her fellow mothers-to-be don white nightgowns and step waist deep into a big vat of murky liquid.)

WESLEY: Cordelia! Come out of there this instant! All of you please!

CORDELIA: 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.

CORDELIA: We serve our master.

WESLEY: Please come, before...

(The demon, 2-4 stories tall, stomps up)

DEMON: Who is the interloper? To think you could disturb the birth of my children? Who are you?

WESLEY: (confident) Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, rogue demon hunter. (raises his fists) 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.

(Angel tosses a canister of liquid nitrogen at the demon, who catches it. Wes shoots the canister, and it explodes, freezing the demon solid. The demonic pregancies terminate. Cordy emerges, and swings a dangling factory pulley at the demon, shattering him upon impact)

CORDELIA: I really hate dating.

written by: Howard Gordon; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by ros_fod. Checked against source by renenet and me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season1/transcripts/12_tran.shtml