This episode marks
Joss Whedon has stated in interviews that he had Angel snap Jenny's neck rather than bite her, to signify that he didn't even feel she was worth eating.
This episode scored a 6.0/9 in the ratings.
This episode ranked 2nd out of 14 WB shows for the week.
This episode scored a 4.3 in the fast nationals.
Ranked 82 out of 105 prime time shows.
According to Joss Whedon,
serves notice to fans, first, that no one is safe, death is scary and real, and second, that Angel is not "just a little evil," he's not "grouchy," he's truly evil and Buffy needs to address the situation. The series creator also jokes that the episode is a message to the actors: "Be very good, or I'll kill you."
Angelus: Passion. It lies in all of us, sleeping, waiting. And though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open it's jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?
Cordelia: Wait, I thought vampires couldn't come in unless you invited them in.
Giles: Yes, but, uh, once you've invited them in, thereafter they're - they're always welcome.
Xander: Y'know, I think there may be a valuable lesson for you gals here about inviting strange men into your bedrooms.
Cordelia: (realizes) Oh, God! I invited him in my car once. That means he can come into my car whenever he wants.
Xander: Yep, you're doomed to havin' to give him and his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like it. And those guys never chip in for gas.
Xander: Excuse me, but have you ever heard of knocking?
Jonathan: We're supposed to get some books. On Stalin.
Xander: Does this look like a Barnes & Noble?
Giles: This is a school library, Xander.
Xander: Since when?
Buffy: Sorry about your fish.
Willow: It's okay. We hadn't really had time to bond yet. Although, for the first time, I'm glad my parents didn't let me have a puppy.
Buffy: It's so weird. Every time something like this happens, my first instinct is still to run to Angel. I can't believe it's the same person. He's completely different from the guy that I knew.
Willow: Well, sort of, except ...
Buffy: Except what?
Willow: You're still the only thing he thinks about.
Jenny: Wait. That's your --
Angelus: (rips up print-out) My cure? No, thanks. Been there, done that. Déjà vu just isn't what it used to be.
Buffy: I can't tell you everything.
Joyce: How about anything? Buffy, you can shut me out of your life. I am pretty much used to that. But don't expect to ever stop caring about you because it's never gonna happen.
Angelus: Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ectasy of grief.
Spike: Are you insane? We're supposed to kill the bitch, not leave gag gifts in her friends' beds.
Drusilla: But, Spike, the bad teacher was going to restore Angel's soul.
Spike: What if she did? If you ask me, I find myself preferring the old Buffy-whipped Angelus. Because this new, improved one is not playing with a full sack. I love a good slaughter as much as the next bloke, but his little pranks will only leave us with one incredibly brassed-off Slayer!
Angelus: It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow - empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.