This episode scored a 5.2/8 in the ratings.
This episode ranked 4th out of 15 WB shows for the week.
This episode scored a 3.6 in the national ratings.
Ranked 90 out of 124 prime time shows.
Willow is in jeopardy once again. Angelus has her by the throat in "Innocence", Spike brandishes a broken bottle in her face in "Lovers Walk", and now Faith threatens to cut her throat.
Snyder: Okay, what's in the bag?
Student: My lunch.
Snyder: Is that the new drug lingo?
Student: No, it's my lunch.
Willow: Faith, wait. I want to talk to you.
Faith: Oh yeah? Give me the speech again, please. "Faith, we're still your friends. We can help you. It's not too late."
Willow: It's way too late. You know, it didn't have to be this way. But you made your choice. I know you had a tough life. I know that some people think you had a lot of bad breaks. Well, boo hoo! Poor you. You know, you had a lot more in your life than some people. I mean, you had friends in your life like Buffy. Now you have no one. You were a Slayer and now you're nothing. You're just a big selfish, worthless waste.
(Faith hits Willow)
Faith: You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient.
Willow: Oh, and here I just thought you didn't have a comeback.
The Mayor: Well, this is exciting, isn't it? Clandestine meetings by dark of night. Exchange of prisoners. I just, I... I feel like we should all be wearing trench coats.
Buffy: Let her go.
The Mayor: No. Not until the box is in my hands. So you're the little girl that's been causing me all this trouble. She's pretty, Angel. A little skinny. Still don't understand why it couldn't work out with you and my Faith. Guess you kind of just have strange taste in women.
Angel: Well, what can I say? I like 'em sane.
The Mayor: Well, I wish you kids the best, I really do. But if you don't mind a bit of fatherly advice, I, uh, I - I just don't see much of a future for you two. I don't sense a lasting relationship, and not just because I plan to kill you, but you have a bumpy road ahead.
Buffy: I don't think we need to talk about this.
The Mayor: God, you kids, you know. You don't like to think about the future, you don't like to make plans, but unless you want Faith to gut your friend like a sea bass, you'll show a little respect for your elders.
Angel: You're not my elder. I got a lot of years on you.
The Mayor: Yeah, and that's just one of the things you're going to have to deal with. You're immortal, she's not. It's not easy. I married my Edna May in ought-three and I was with her right until the end. Not a pretty picture. Wrinkled and senile and cursing me for my youth. Wasn't our happiest time. And let's forget the fact that any moment of true happiness will turn you evil. I mean, come on. What kind of a life can you offer her? I don't see a lot of Sunday picnics in the offing. I see skulking in the shadows, hiding from the sun. She's a blossoming young girl and you want to keep her from the life she should have until it's passed her by, and by God, I think that's a little selfish. Is that what you came back from Hell for? Is that your greater purpose?
The Mayor: There are about 50... billion of these happy little critters in here. Would you like to see? (lifts lid on the Box of Gavrok) Raise your hand if you're invulnerable.
Principal Snyder: You... All of you... Why couldn't you be dealing drugs like normal people?