This episode received a 4.9/7 in the overnight ratings.

This episode ranked 3rd out of 15 WB shows for the week.

This episode scored a 3.6 in the national ratings.

This episode ranked 90 out of 137 in prime time shows.

Melissa: I guess Angel has handled a lot of cases like this.
Doyle: Dozens. Hundreds. Dozens of hundreds.
Melissa: Wow, it happens that often?
Doyle: Well, exactly like yours? Not so many. But protecting young women such as yourself? Yeah, they've been...four. And three of them are very much alive!

Cordelia: What did you put in her tea?
Doyle: Enough whiskey to drop my Aunt Judy. That woman had some girth.
Cordelia: What's the point?
Doyle: Well, it tastes good, and it relaxes you.
Cordelia: No, I mean of ever going out with anyone.
Doyle: Well, people need people. And people who need people...are the luckiest p...
Cordelia: Either you like them, and they don't like you. Or you can't stand them, which just guarantees that they're going to hover around and never go away.
Doyle: I hate guys like that.

Cordelia: I mean, it is just so unfair! I mean, this poor girl, she hooks up with a doctor — that should be a good thing. You should be able to call home and say, "Mom, guess what? I met a doctor!" Not, "Guess what? I met a psycho and he's stalking me and oh, by the way, his hands and feet come off and he's not even in the circus!"

Cordelia: I know Angel's been working day and night to help people fight their personal demons, but I need a raise.
Doyle: A raise? You've been working for him for what, like twenty minutes?
Cordelia: A month. And I have needs.
Doyle: Needs.
Cordelia: A person needs certain...designer...things.

Kate: Wolfram & Hart. You know the name?
Angel: I've heard it.
Kate: Yeah. They're the law firm that Johnnie Cochran is too ethical to join.

Cordelia: What is stalking nowadays, like the third most popular sport among men?
Angel: Fourth, after luge.

Cordelia: (to Doyle) You're a lot smarter than you look. Of course, you look like a retard.

Cordelia: We need more of these.
Doyle: Well, we'll have more soon enough.
Cordelia: Well, we them now. Have a vision.
Doyle: I can't just perform on demand.
Cordelia: We need the clients. Have a vision.
Doyle: That money's corrupted you.
Cordelia: If I hit you in the head, would you have a vision?
Doyle: Get away from me. You're insane.
Cordelia: No, I'm not.

Doyle: Let's march down to the bank right now and deposit this beauty.
Angel: You guys go on. I think I'll stay here and not burst into flames.
Doyle: Oh, right, you're pretty much the night deposit guy.

Angel: Am I intimidating? I mean, do I put people off?
Cordelia: Well, as vampires go, you're pretty cuddly. Maybe you might want to think about mixing up the black-on-black look.

(talking about Angel)
Doyle: He likes playing the hero. Walking off into the dark, his long coat flowing behind him in that mysterious and attractive way.
Cordelia: Is this a private moment? 'Cuz I could leave you alone.
Doyle: I'm not saying I'm attracted... Maybe I'm a little attracted.

Doyle: They get any prints?
Angel: Yeah.
Doyle: Good. So we can put him behind bars... for about 90 seconds, until he skitters through 'em. Not a lot of things that make me shudder, but this guy - crawling around under the covers. At least it was just his hands down there. I wish I hadn't even thought that.

Ronald: You disappoint me, Melissa.
Melissa: I know. I know. I didn't mean...
Ronald: No, no, no. no. Stop now. You're babbling.
Melissa: I think... I think you disappoint yourself. I think you gave up on being loved a long time ago and now you're just another creep who gets off on pain.
Ronald: Oh, don't try and use some childish --
Melissa: I think you know I'd be crazy to want to touch you, to wake up next to... little pieces of whatever you are.
Ronald: Shut up.
Melissa: You turned yourself into a freak, Ronald. A vile, repulsive freak. And I'm done being afraid of you. You can cut me and you can kill me, but it still won't change what you are. Angel was right. You're weak.
Ronald: I'm weak? Then how was it I killed him?
Angel: Inefficiently.
Ronald: You can't be alive. You're not human!
Melissa: You should talk.

Angel: I'm in Private Security.
Melissa Burns: Excuse me?
Angel: It's - It's what I do. It's my job.
Melissa Burns: And you walk around in underground garages telling people this because...?