GUNN: Smack him again.

(Cordy gives the side of Wes' face a slight smack.)

WESLEY: Ow.

(Wes opens his eyes and slowly sits up, reaching one hand towards the back of his head.)

WESLEY: That hurts.

CORDELIA: Well, you know what they say: birth, painful.

WESLEY: Yes, but generally for the mother, not the bystanders. How long have I been out?

FRED: Not long, but we seem to be between contractions now.

(They turn to look at Darla, how is sitting in the backseat of the car, gesturing while talking to herself and crying.)

CORDELIA: Yep. She's been doing that.

GUNN: Hormones.

WESLEY: Come on then. (Walks towards the car) Darla? Darla, do you feel well enough to travel?

(Darla nods.)

WESLEY: Good.

(Wes gets into the driver's seat. Everyone else piles into the front seat as well. Fred, the last to get in, ends up sitting half on Cordy and Gunn's lap.)

DARLA: Doesn't anyone wanna sit back here with me?

CORDELIA: We're good.

GUNN: Yeah, it's... comfy.

DARLA: I promise I won't throw anyone out of the car. Not while it's moving.

FRED: It's not that we don't trust you. I mean, we *don't* trust you. But the fact is, your water broke all over the back seat.

DARLA: Oh.

CORDELIA: (to Wes) What? What are you waiting for?

WESLEY: I presume we have a tire iron in the trunk?

GUNN: Yeah, why? We got a flat?

WESLEY: And how about a hurling ax, or some sort of heavy mallet?

(The turn to see what Wes is looking at: Grapplar demons stepping out of the shadows in front of the car.)

WESLEY: Also a shotgun wouldn't be a terrible thing at this juncture.

• Darla's Pregnancy

written by: Tim Minear; Original transcript anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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