C: "Get this. I tried to call Doyle. I have sunk that low. And there was no answer. So, here I am. Not that you’re the last resort. It’s just that I have nowhere else left to go. Roaches. Live one, dead ones. All skinny feet and creepy antlers.”
A: “Antlers?”


C: "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 can find a decent place, however long that takes, and when I do you are completely invited over. Hey, you can just dump my stuff on the couch – or let me have the bed. What ever you feel good about. Also, my suitcase is still out in the hall. Your shower is in here, right? You have mousse? – Of course you do.”


A: “You got peanut butter on the bed.”

C: “Angel, at some point in the recent history *you* got peanut butter on your bed, and it’s gross. I think you’re gonna have to change the sheets.”
A: “I don’t eat.’
C: “Well then, I don’t even want to know how it got there.”



A: “And the reason there is a wet towel on my leather chair?”

C: “Hi! I was just wondering if you had any linoleum glue – for if it started curling up all over.”


A: “Cactus – housewarming present.”
C: “Oh, hi – thanks.”

C: “I am not giving up this apartment!”
A: “It’s haunted.”
C: “It’s rent controlled!”
D: “Cordy, it says ‘die’!”
C: “Hey, maybe it’s not done. Maybe it’s ‘diet’. That’s friendly. A little judgmental, sure. (to Angel) I’m not giving it up. It’s perfect and beautiful. It’s so me. I need it!”
A: “You don’t need this. It’s just a place. You’re more than that.”
Cordy: “How? How am I more then that?”




A: “You know, this really is just a place to live.”
C: “No, It’s more. It’s beautiful, - and if it goes away it’s like..”
A: “Like what?”
C: “Like I’m still getting punished.”
A: “Punished. (Cordy nods) For what?”
C: “I don’t know. For what I was? For everything I said in High School just because I could get away with it? - And then it all ended, and I had to pay. - Oh, but this apartment – I could be me again. Punishment over – welcome back to your life! Like, like I couldn’t be that awful if I get to have a place like that? - It’s just like you!”
A: “Working for redemption.”

A: “You *do* know what to do. You can stop all this. Do it.”
C: “I can’t.”
A: “Look at you. Are you gonna let her *do* this to you? Damn it. You’re Cordelia Chase.

C: “Back off! Polygrip. - You think *you’re* bad? Being 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 that I’m going to take that from trash like you?”
C: “I tell you what I think. I think that you’re going to pack your little ghost bags and get the HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!”