CORDELIA: Thanks for your support. Buffy, you look so cute in that outfit.

BUFFY: I'm not voting for you.

CORDELIA: Then make it snappy.

BUFFY: How come you didn't tell me they were doing the yearbook pictures?

CORDELIA: Didn't I? Oh, I guess I forgot. What's the big?

BUFFY: It's just... You could've thought about somebody else for thirty seconds, that's all.

CORDELIA: Hey, I am under a *lot* of pressure here.

BUFFY: Oh, yeah, campaigning. Rough gig.

CORDELIA: What would you know about it? Just because you were Guacamole Queen when you were three doesn't mean you understand how this works.

BUFFY: Obviously, it involves handing out entirely lame flyers.

CORDELIA: No. It involves being part of this school and having actual friends. Now, if it was about monsters, blood, and innards, then you'd be a shoo-in. I'd like to see *you* try to win the crown.

BUFFY: You would? Then you will.

CORDELIA: What does that mean?

BUFFY: I'm gonna show you how it's done. I'm gonna run for Homecoming Queen, and I'm going to win.

CORDELIA: This is starting to be sad.

BUFFY: Sorry, Cordy, but you have no idea who you're messing with.

CORDELIA: What? The Slayer?

BUFFY: I'm not talking about the Slayer. I'm talking about Buffy. You've awakened the Prom Queen within. And that crown is going to be mine.

• Cordelia & Buffy

written by: David Greenwalt; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/39homecoming.html