Willow: I worship Beelzebub. I do his biddings. Do you see any goats around? No, because I sacrificed them. Sheila: Willow, please. Willow: All bow before Satan! Sheila: I'm not listening to this. Willow: Prince of Night, I summon you. Come fill me with your black, naughty evil. Sheila: That's enough! Is that clear? Now, you will go to your room and stay there until I say otherwise. And, we're gonna make some changes. I don't want you hanging out with those friends of yours. It's clear where this little obsession came from. You will not speak to Bunny Summers again.
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!