This episode scored a 5.3/8 in the ratings.

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

Joss Whedon indirectly states that this was the one bad episode of the series, in the letter he wrote fans which was included with the Chosen Collection DVD Box.

This episode scored a 3.5 in the national rating.

Ranked 96 out of 142 prime time shows.

(after seeing Xander's fake ID)
Willow: I don't believe this is entirely on the up and up.
Xander: What gives it away?
Willow: Looking at it.

Willow: I'm pregnant by my step-brother who'd rather be with my best friend and who's left me with no place to live, no food, except for this bottle of Wild Turkey, which I drank all up.

Giles: I can't believe you served Buffy that beer.
Xander: I didn't know it was evil.
Giles: You knew it was beer.
Xander: Well, excuse me Mister "I spent the sixties in an Electric Kool-Aid Satan Groove".
Giles: It was the early seventies and you should know better.

Willow: Just how gullible do you think I am? I mean, with your gentle eyes and your shy smile and your ability to talk openly only to me. You're unbelievable!
Parker: What?
Willow: This isn't sharing. This isn't connecting. It's the pleasure principle. That's right. I got your number, id boy. Only thing you're thinking about is how long before you can jump on my bones.
Parker: Look, if you think that I'm --
Willow: I mean, you men. It's all about the sex! Find a woman, drag her to your den. Do whatever's necessary just as long as you get the sex. I tell you, men haven't changed since the dawn of time.
(cavemen burst in towing girls)
Willow: See?

Xander: Giles, don't make cave-Slayer unhappy.

Xander: And was there a lesson in all this, huh? What did we learn about beer?
Buffy: Foamy.
Xander: Good. Just as long as that's clear.

Xander: Anyways, I think that the boys in the car are contained for the time being. This will give them some time to ponder the geopolitical ramifications of being mean to me!
Giles: Uh, whose van is that?
Xander: I don't know. Wasn't locked.

Parker: Buffy. Buffy, I dunno how to say this. I'm sorry for how I treated you before. It was wrong of me and... I'm sorry. You were great tonight, really. I may not deserve this, but... do you think that you could forgive me?
(Buffy wacks him with a club, knocking him out)