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Cordelia : I'll leave. I'm sorry your son killed you. You can have the apartment. Just let me go.
Maude Pearson : It's too late for that.
Cordelia : No.
Maude Pearson : You know what happens next. Your friends are dirty. They ruined my nice home. I knew you were trouble right from the start.
[Cordy drops to the floor and sobs]
Maude Pearson : I'm surprised that my son didn't smell the stench of poverty and failure on you. - I can.
Cordelia : I'm sorry.
Maude Pearson : You better be sorry you stupid little bitch.
Cordelia : [stops crying and being upset] I am a bitch.
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Cordelia : Who ever you think you're talking to, it's not me. My name is Cordelia.
Maude Pearson : Oh, that's the name of a cheap small-town tramp trying to sound better than she is. You're not good enough for my boy. This will never be your home.
Cordelia : This is my home. My friends will come here.
Maude Pearson : You don't have any friends. Why would anybody care about you? Nobody really cares. You don't deserve to live here. You don't deserve *anything*.
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Maude Pearson : Oh, come on. If anyone really cared about you, would you be here? People let you end up here because they were happy to see you fail.
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Maude Pearson : [now invisible, playing "You Always Hurt The Ones You Love" by The Mills Brothers and the dressers move on their own] What do you think you're doing here? You never should have come.
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Cordelia : [At Angel's office, the phone rings] Angel investigations, we help the hopeless, if that's you, leave a message.
Maude Pearson : [on the phone in Angel's voice] Cordelia, are you there? Look, I think we can end this whole thing.
Cordelia : [Cordy picks up the phone] I'm here. About time you called. You got something?
Maude Pearson : [in Angel's voice, on the phone] Meet me at the apartment and we'll figure out what to do.
Cordelia : Okay.
[hangs up the phone and leaves as she unlocks the door to her apartment. She looks around the dark and empty apartment]
Maude Pearson : [in Angel's voice] Cordelia, I'm in the bedroom.
Cordelia : Angel?
Maude Pearson : [in Angel's voice] You have my call.
[Cordelia runs out of the bedroom. The apartment door won't open. She flies backwards through the air. As she picks herself up Maude is standing there]
Maude Pearson : Poor thing. You just don't fit in around here, do you? Too bad you wouldn't leave my son alone.
Cordelia : Your-your son?
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Angel : Damn it. Do you know what it means? The ghost is in contact with you. She's given you that.
Maude Pearson : [whispering to Cordy] They don't care about you. They want to you to fail. They know you're a tarted up little whore.
