input: TEXT: Angel: "Previously on Angel" Wesley: "Angel's son is part of the prophecy. Everyone and everything will be coming for him." Fred is holding Connor. Wes: "Adorable." Gunn: "So sweet." Wes: "I meant the baby." Gunn: "I meant the hot mama." Wesley: "She is a rather extraordinary young woman." Gunn and Fred kiss. Wes' face reflected in the polished metal as he sees them. Lorne: "We got a little term back in Pylea - kyrumption..." Angel: "I know it." Pylean Priest: "Everyone is very anxious for her majesty to com-shuck with the Groosalug." Gunn: "Sounds dirty if you ask me." Cordy runs across the dungeon to hug Groo. Cordy: "That's not terrible, that's wonderful!" Groo: "Your visions shall pass to me." Cordy: "I can't give up my visions!" Cordy lounges in Angel's doorway, dressed up for the ballet. Lorne: "Cordelia?" Angel: "What about her?" Lorne: "You got to let her know what's brewing inside, because you don't wanna miss that shot!" Possessed by the mystical energy in the ballerina's dressing room, Angel and Cordy go at it. Angel: "You've become a truly extraordinary woman. I think that we..." Cordy: "Groo?" Angel: "Yes! We grew - closer together and I think..." Cordy runs past him. Cordy: "Groo!" Groo: "Princess!" They hug. Cordy: "Oh god, I can't believe it!" Lorne to Angel: "He just showed up" Fred (voice-over as Angel goes to check on Connor): "I thought for sure she was meant to be with Angel. I guess you never can predict those things." Angel is leaning on Connor's crib, looking down at his son. Lorne comes up beside him. Angel: "It's strange
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output: <extra_id_0> Wesley is depressed as Fred and Gunn grow closer, and the Groosalugg's arrival irritates Angel. Angel is jealous when Cordelia and the Groosalugg search for a way to be together without endangering her visions. Meanwhile, Wesley focuses on translating a scroll about Connor and he's soon horrified by what it suggests.<extra_id_1>