This episode received a 4.5/6 in the ratings for overnights.

This episode ranked 4 out of 17 WB shows for the week.

This episode received a 3.6 in the national ratings.

This episode ranked 92 out of 139 in prime time shows.

Angel reveals that he is 247 years old.

"Dear boy" is one of Darla's popular phases she refers to Angel as.

Cordelia: It's us. We haven't seen you all day. We were just wondering if everything was, you know, copasetic?
Angel: I didn't go bad, Cordelia.
Cordelia: Oh, I was never worried about that, Boss. Of course, Mr. Fussypants always assumes the worst.

Angel: You're gonna feel it, you know. What you did. That man you got killed.
Darla: Please - he was an actor.
Angel: I'm serious.
Darla: Like a heartache and just about as much fun.
Angel: Darla, you hurt anyone else and I'll kill you.
Darla: Will you? Isn't that against your Cub Scout code?

Angel: It was Darla. She's back - and she's human now - but I know her scent.
Wesley: Angel, you can't just, sniff a person and know...
Angel: You had sex last night, with a bleached blonde.
Wesley: Good Lord! How'd you...?
Cordelia: That's unbelievable. I didn't think you ever had sex.

Cordelia: What if, every time you identified a demon in one of your big 'ole books we give you ten bucks or a chicken pot pie?
Wesley: Wait, I have another idea, no! Get a vision.
Cordelia: It's not like you can hit me in the head and "wham!" it happens.
Wesley: What if we test that theory with one of my big 'ole books?

Cordelia: (while Angel is smelling her hair) Personal bubble! Personal bubble!

(talking about Angel)
Wesley: Oh, he's an eccentric, all the great ones are. Sherlock Holmes, Phillip Marlowe...
Jenkins: Those are fictional characters.
Wesley: Right you are, which gives Angel rather a leg up when you come to think of it.

Wesley: We made you some tea.
Angel: Yeah.
Cordelia: It's right on the table right there in front of you.
Angel: Table seems far.
Cordelia: Oh, you must be all worn out from sleeping for the past few days. It's like living with the world's oldest teenager. (to Wesley) You don't think he's having a growth spurt at 248, is he?
Angel: 247!

Kate: He hasn't changed.
Gunn: You're right. He hasn't. He's still a vampire.
Cordelia: Gunn, not helping.
Gunn: So how did he get into that house?

(talking about Darla)
Wesley: Vampires don't come back from the dead.
Angel: I did and I saw her. I'm not crazy.
Wesley: Where?
Angel: Right between the clowns and the big talking hot dog.

(after going undercover)
Cordelia: That was really fun. The public humilitation, running from the hotel security staff, and the nifty little outfit which seemed to tell so many conventioneers, "Pet me, I'm a whore."

(to Angel, after burning him with a cross)
Darla: You see, no matter how good a boy you are, God doesn't want you. But I still do.

Angelus: Convents. They're just a big cookie jar.