(Angel & Wes enter tentatively into Cordy's hospital room, heading towards a partially obscured figure on the bed)

ANGEL: Cordelia?

(Cordelia, in hospital gown, intercepts them from the other side of the room, with a bright smile as she pulls the curtain on the woman in the bed)

CORDELIA: Yeah. That chick's in rough shape. You'd think they'd give miss one-foot-in-the- grave a private room... which brings me to, hey... couldn't you stick me someplace that smells a little less like ammonia-soaked death?

(Angel hugs her)

ANGEL: Cordy.

CORDELIA: Yeah. It's me.

(Wes hugs her)

WESLEY: It's extraordinary. You're— you look... I don't want to say really hot—

CORDELIA: Oh, yes, you do. I'm a vision of hotliness, and how weird is that? (laughs) Mystical comas. You know, if you can stand the horror of a higher power hijacking your mind and body so that it can give birth to itself, I really recommend 'em.

ANGEL: You remember?

CORDELIA: Last year? Yeah. I remember everything... pretty much. At least until I slipped into slumberland. Maternal instincts aside, I hope you kicked its ass for me.

(Angel says nothing but shoots an awkward glance at Wesley, who doesn't react)

CORDELIA: Is everybody all right?

ANGEL: Yeah. Uh...great. We're all—

WESLEY: (smiling) Yes. Super.

ANGEL: Super. Yes. Super. Hey, why don't we get you out of here?

CORDELIA: Ooh! I love that plan. I hope you brought me some clothes, 'cause...

(looks at her hospital gown, then shakes her head)

CORDELIA: damn.

ANGEL: Oh, well, we—

WESLEY: We could stop and buy some.

CORDELIA: (squealing and clapping cheerfully) Ooh! Great! Shopping! I love that idea, 'cause, you know, I'm not so ready to go back to the hotel yet.

(Angel and Wesley exchange glances)

ANGEL: Not a problem.

• Cordelia & Angel
• Cordelia & Wesley

written by: David Fury; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x12_tran.php