Buffy tries to get Jonathan's vote, but he tells her that Cordelia gave him money. Buffy accosts Cordelia for Confrontation Number Two. I can't possibly be any bitchier than the actual conversation (and you can just stop snickering, Sars ["hee" -- Sars]) so here it is:

Buffy: So you really are giving out money, huh?
Cordy: Is that any more tacky than your faux "I'm shy, but deep" campaign posters?
Buffy, with a "duh" look: Yes.
Cordy: This whole trying to be like me, really isn't funny anymore.
Buffy: I was never trying to be like you, and when was it funny?
Cordy: I don't see why your pathetic need to recapture your glory days gives you the right to splinter my vote.
Buffy: How can you think it's okay to talk to people like this? I mean, do you have parents?
Cordy: Yeah, two of them, unlike some people.
Buffy: Your brain isn't even connected to your mouth, is it?
Cordy, as she puts a hand on Buffy's shoulder: Why don't you do us both a favor and stay out of my way?
Buffy, grabbing Cordy's hand: Don't ever do that again.
Cordy, pulling her hand away: You're sick, you know that?
Xander: Okay, let's not say something we'll regret later, okay?
Cordy: You crazy freak!
Buffy: Vapid whore!

I'm terribly sad to report that my Bitch-O-Meter just exploded. First Randy, Paula, and Simon almost got in a slap fight on American Idol, and now this. It was just too much. Rest in peace, Bitch-O-Meter. I will miss you. Xander drags Cordy away.

Shack: Dude, what's with all the American Idol references? You don't honestly like that show, do you?
Couch Baron: Uh, I don't even watch it! I just get them from your recaps!
Shack: You totally just said you do. At least I get paid to watch it. You're kind of pathetic.
Couch Baron: Well, it's a guilty pleasure, right? There's nothing wrong with that...right?
Shack: Shut up.
Couch Baron: I need help.
Shack: Don't look at me.

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