Cordelia: I’m gonna give you some advice: Get over it. Buffy: Excuse me? Cordelia: Whatever is causing the Joan Collins 'tude, deal with it. Embrace the pain. Spank your inner moppet. Whatever. But get over it, because pretty soon you’re not even gonna have the loser friends you’ve got now. Buffy: I think it’s about time you start minding your own business. Cordelia: It’s all in the past.
Cordelia: You'll be okay here. If you hang with me and mine, you'll be accepted in no time. Of course, we do have to test your coolness factor. You're from L.A., so you can skip the written. So let's see...vamp nail polish? Buffy: Over? Cordelia: So over. James Spader? Buffy: He needs to call me! Cordelia: Frappachinos? Buffy: Trendy but tasty. Cordelia: Josh Tesh. Buffy: The devil. Cordelia: That was pretty much a gimme, but you passed!