Maude materializes behind the three gunbeings and shouts, "No more people!" Griff's two buddies are a little weirded out by the materializing old lady and the wind and all, but Griff says, "Ignore her, it's just a ghost." That's no way to talk to Maude, pal. She pops out in front of them, shouting, "Get out!" and making the light bulbs explode. Doyle and Cordy dive, or fall, to the floor, and one of the gunbeings fires at Maude. Naturally, the bullet goes through her and chips part of the fireplace, leading Maude to complain, "You broke it!" Angel attacks Griff, and the less obviously demonic guy runs away. Doyle is having less luck with the other demon, but luckily, sorta, that's when Maude starts flinging knives at everyone. Doyle ducks out of the knives' path, and so much for the obviously demonic guy. Griff and Angel keep practicing for the next Fight Club meeting. Cordy is suddenly lifted up and sucked into the bedroom. Doyle tries to help Angel battle Griff, while Maude complains to Cordy,"Your friends are dirty. They ruined my nice home." Hey Maude, you're the one painting the walls with blood and smashing stuff. Maude goes on to say that she can smell poverty and failure on Cordy, who collapses in tears on the floor, saying, "I'm sorry." Maude responds, "You'd better be sorry, you stupid little bitch." Suddenly Cordy stops crying and looks up, repeating, "I'm a bitch." "Take the sheets off the bed, make a noose, go on," suggests Maude, "It'll all be over soon." Cordy stands up, looking very calm and collected, and not at all like she's been sobbing hysterically for the past ten minutes. Then she says, "I'm not a snivelling, whiny little cry-Buffy." Snerk! Double-snerk, considering how Buffy's been acting lately. Cordy continues, "I'm the nastiest girl in Sunnydale history. I take crap from no one." Maude keeps trying gamely, telling Cordy to make a noose, but Cordy interrupts with a firm "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, 'cause lady, the bitch is back." Hee, and yay! Maybe we can get Maude to scare a spine into Joey, too. Angel and Griff keep fighting, but Angel is pinned against the wall by a haunted armchair. Cordy finishes up her own brand of exorcism, telling Maude, "I think you're gonna pack your little ghost bags and get the hell out of my house!" Maude screams and falls back, vanishing, as the various flying objects in the living room suddenly crash to the floor. Angel is freed from the ghostly chair, and quickly manages to snap Griff's neck. Ick.
Episode Report Card903 USERS: C+
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