This episode marks Eliza Dushku's first appearance on the show as the character of Faith.
This episode scored a 6.2/9 in the ratings.
This episode ranked 4th out of 15 WB shows for the week.
This episode received a 3.9 in the national ratings.
Ranked 88 out of 125 prime time shows.
This episode is named after three of its characters: Faith Lehane, Scott Hope and the vampire Trick. The title is also a play on Corinthians, 13:13. "And now abide faith, hope, and love; these three; but the greatest of these is love;" based on this passage, the three theological virtues are listed as either "faith, hope and charity" or "faith, hope and love."
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Willow: Maybe we shouldn't be too couply around Buffy.
Cordelia: Oh, you mean 'cause of how the only guy that ever liked her turned into a vicious killer and had to be put down like a dog?
Xander: Can she cram complex issues into a nutshell or what?
Buffy: First of all, Martha Stewart knows jack about hand-cut prosciutto.
Xander: I don't believe she slays, either.
Oz: Oh, I hear she can, but she doesn't like to.
Willow: (to Buffy) Ooh, Scott Hope at eleven o'clock. He likes you. He wanted to ask you out last year, but you weren't ready then. But I think you're ready now, or at least in the state of pre-readiness to make conversation, or - or to do that thing with your mouth that boys like.
Mr. Trick: Sunnydale. Town's got quaint. And the people? He called me "sir". Don't you just miss that? I mean, admittedly, it's not a haven for the brothers. You know, strictly the caucasian persuasion here in the 'dale, but, you know, you just gotta stand up and salute that death rate. I ran a statistical analysis, and hello, darkness. It makes D.C. look like Mayberry, and ain't nobody saying boo about it. We could fit right in here. Have us some fun.
Willow: Mmm, sage. I love that smell. And marnox root. You know, a smidge of this mixed with a virgin's saliva... does something I know nothing about.
Oz: I'm gonna go out on a limb and say there's a new Slayer in town.
Joyce: I like this girl, Buffy.
Buffy: She's very personable. She gets along with my friends, my Watcher, my Mom. Look, now she's getting along with my fries.
Buffy: Mom, the only way you get a new Slayer, is if the old Slayer dies.
Joyce: Then that means you... When did you die? You never told me you died.
Buffy: No, Mom. It was just for a few minutes.
Faith: What are you getting so strung up for, B?
Buffy: Why are your lips still moving, F?