Angel, Cordelia and others in “Expecting”

So, you're seeing someone? How come I haven't met him?

'Cause I'm ashamed of you, not to mention how you'd embarrass me by giving him the third degree.

Your boss could give me the third degree anytime.

Oh, um... so... [collapses and convulses; Angel and Wesley try to distract Serena and Emily so they won't notice Cordelia having vision]

[pushes some mail off desk] Um, uh, Cordelia! Grab that file.

[bending to pick up mail] Don't worry. Heh Heh. Whoopsie! [straightens up]

Lounge La Brea. Sounds like that could be an evening with all sorts of evening type... I heard the bands there are...

They don't have bands.

Which I like, 'cause if it's too loud...

Wanna come?

Oh, I think I may be busy. [flash of Cordelia's vision] Besides, um, I don't, um, lounge... all that well.

[loud laugh] Good one. Oh, yes, no. He's no lounger, this one. [throws arm across Angel's shoulders] Hmm-mmm.

[aside to Emily] The good ones are always gay. Cor, tick-tock. [Cordelia shakily stands]

[asking about her vision] So, that client I'm supposed to be meeting tonight... What's he like again?

Like a big baby hatching from a big egg, with really large hands, in need of a manicure. You're meeting him here. [writes down address, then moves toward door with girls]

Okay. Are my girls ready to party?