Teacher: Alright. Now, don't forget, tomorrow we have our, uh, monthly memorial, so, uh, there's no class.

CORDELIA: What's the rush?

HARMONY: Oh, you know, my mom hates it when I'm late.

CORDELIA: Since when? Aren't we going out tonight?

Cordette: Curfew starts in an hour.

CORDELIA: Curfew? Come on, I'm in a really good mood! Let's go to the Bronze!

HARMONY: Is that a joke?

CORDELIA: Oh! The Bronze isn't cool in this reality. I've gotta make these little adjustments. (smiles)

HARMONY: Cordy, what's with you? I mean, you wear this come-bite-me outfit, you make jokes about the Bronze, and you're acting a little schizo.

CORDELIA: You're right. I just... Well, I bumped my head yesterday, and I keep forgetting stuff. Not that I care, but Xander Harris, he's miserable, right? And that Willow freak he hangs with, not even a blip on the radar screen, right? (smiles)

HARMONY: (confused) Well, yeah. They're dead.

CORDELIA: Okay. Not funny. (stops a passing janitor) Hey! You! Where did you put my car?

Janitor: Pardon?

CORDELIA: My auto! El convertablo?

Janitor: You students aren't allowed to drive, and you know it.

CORDELIA: What?!

Janitor: Go on now, Miss. You better get in before the sun sets.

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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