CORDELIA: I’ll leave. I’m sorry your son killed you. You can have the apartment. Just let me go.

MAUDE: It’s too late for that.

CORDELIA: No.

MAUDE: You know what happens next. Your friends are dirty. They ruined my nice home. I knew you were trouble from the start. I’m surprised that my son didn’t smell the stench of poverty and failure on you. *I* can.

CORDELIA: I’m sorry.

MAUDE: You better be sorry, you stupid little bitch.

CORDELIA: I’m a bitch.

MAUDE: Take off the bed sheets, make a noose. Go on. It’ll all be over soon.

CORDELIA: I’m not a sniveling whiny little Cry-Buffy. I’m the nastiest girl in Sunnydale history. I take crap from no one.

MAUDE: You're going to make yourself a noose and put it around…

CORDELIA: Back off! Polygrip. You think *you’re* bad? All mean and haunty? Picking on poor pathetic Cordy? Well, get ready to haul your wrinkly translucent ass out of this place, because lady, the bitch is back.

MAUDE: Do you think I’m going to take that from trash like you?

CORDELIA: I tell you what I think. I think you’re gonna pack your little ghost bags and get the HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!

written by: Jane Espenson; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited & formatted for this site by: tralf. checked against source by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season1/transcripts/05_tran.shtml