I think she's one of Cordelia's group. People called them the Cordettes. Bunch of girls from wealthy families. They ruled the high school, decided what was in, who was popular. It was like the Soviet Secret Police, if they cared a lot about shoes.
Get this. I tried to call Doyle--I have sunk that low--and there was no answer. So here I am. Not that you were the last resort, it's just that I had nowhere else left to go. Roaches! Live ones, dead ones, all skinny feet and creepy antlers.
Oh my God, I wonder how many stowed away in that bag! Also? The water is all brown and spurty and not hot! I am dying for a shower. I actually smell. Smell me. I never smell. I didn't know I could. I'm just going to have to stay here until I find a decent place--however long that takes. And when I do, you're completely invited over. Hey, you can just dump my stuff on your couch. Or let me have the bed... whatever you feel good about. Also, my suitcase is still out in the hall.
You knew I was crazy about her--and I was wearing her down, too. But no--handsome, brooding, vampire guy has to swoop in, all sensitive mouth and overhanging forehead! How about leaving some scraps for the homely-looking fellas who don't turn evil when they get some?
Well, you see, the thing about detectives is, they have résumés. And business licenses. And last names. Pop stars and popes -- those are the one-name guys.
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.
MMaude
Do you think I'm going to take that from trash like you?
[on the phone in her new apartment] God, Aura, I can't believe I miss your calls. It's that incompetent girl at work. But things are going great. Well, my new apartment for one thing. Celebrities are practically on top of me. Oh, Steve Paymer. That's Dave Paymer's brother, lives right down the hall. Oh, you'd know him if you saw him. And my view, it's amazing. Yeah, I have a roommate, but it's cool, I never see him. [Her can of diet root beer slides away from her on the sofa table and she puts her hand over the receiver.] Hey, hey. Phantom Dennis, put that back. [Can slides back and to Aura.] All in all, it's working out great. [the TV turns on and Cordelia covers up the receiver again] Dennis, when I'm on the phone, that's quiet time. [TV turns off] Thanks. Sorry. So, where were we? Tell me who's wearing what in Sunnydale. No. Well, she never did have any taste. [laughing] She's so nasty. [laughs]
