This episode scored a 4.9/7 in the ratings.
This episode ranked 3rd out of 9 UPN shows for the week.
This episode received a 3.7 in the national ratings.
Ranked 82 out of 131 prime time shows.
Anya: Well, yeah. I mean jet-lag from Hell has gotta be, you know, jet-lag from hell.
Tara: (about Giles) How did he take it?
Willow: Um, I'm not sure. I mean, glad, but kinda weirded out, which I get, you know. Lots of "Dear Lords." And I think I actually heard him clean his glasses.
Anya: I found one of those 24-hour places for coffee. Remember that bookstore? Well, they became one of those books and coffee places, and now they're just coffee. It's like evolution, only without the "getting better" part.
Anya: Did I look like that? I hope I didn't look like that.
Willow: No, I'm sure you looked really glamorous cutting up your face.
Willow: This demon - it's not a demon we let out. It's a demon that we made.
Xander: We made a demon? Bad us.
Willow: Think of it like the world doesn't like you getting something for free and we asked for this huge gift - Buffy. And so the world said, "Fine, but if you have that, you have to take this, too." And it made the demon.
Anya: Well, technically, that's not a price. That's a gift with purchase.
Xander: So we need to un-create it, right? We need to send it the rest of the way out of our world.
Willow: Uh-huh. Except that it's linked to the spell, so if we sent it away it would be like the spell didn't exist, like it never happened.
Dawn: Like it never brought Buffy back.
Dawn: You can't do that. You can't think for a second that you're going to do that.
Tara: Dawn --
Dawn: If you think you can give her back to me and then take her away again, no. That's worse than if you never brought her back. You can't mess with people's lives this way.
Buffy: (to Spike) I was happy. Wherever I was... I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time didn't mean anything. Nothing had form, but I was still me, you know? And I was warm. And I was loved. And I was finished. Complete. I don't understand theology or dimensions - any of it, really. But I think I was in Heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out of there. Pulled out... by my friends. Everything here is hard and bright and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch -- This is Hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that, knowing what I've lost -- They can never know. Never.