This episode scored a 4.3/6 in the ratings.
This episode ranked 2nd out of 11 UPN shows for the week.
Tabula Rasa roughly translates to: clean slate.
Giles heads back to England for good at the end of this episode. He is not seen again until the Season Finale.
This episode received a 3.6 in the national ratings.
Ranked 89 out of 138 prime time shows.
The demon Teeth would reappear in the canonical comic Angel: After the Fall as the Lord of Santa Monica.
Xander: I just feel weird feeling bad that my friend's not dead. It's too mind-boggling. So I've decided to simplify the whole thing. Me like Buffy. Buffy's alive, so me glad.
Spike: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He’s got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent. You Englishmen are always so -- Bloody hell. Sodding. Blimey. Shagging. Knickers. Bollocks. Oh, God. I’m English.
Giles: Welcome to the nancy tribe.
Spike: (to Giles) You don't suppose you and I... We're not related, are we?
Anya: There is a ruggedly handsome resemblance.
Giles: (to Spike) And you do inspire a, um, well, a particular feeling of... familiarity and... disappointment. Older brother?
Spike: (scoffs) Father. Oh, God, how I must hate you.
Giles: What did I do?
Spike: There's always something. And what's with the trollop?
Spike: I saw you, sleeping together.
Giles: Resting together.
Spike: (reading the inside of his jacket) "Made with care for Randy". Randy Giles? Why not just call me Horny Giles or Desperate-For-A-Shag Giles? I knew there was a reason I hated you.
Spike: Dad can drive. He's bound to have some classic mid-life crisis transport. Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.
Buffy: Who do those jerks think they are?
Anya: Bloodsuckers. They kill by sucking blood. Take it easy, Joan.
Anya: This is the book for us.
Giles: Oh, good. Does it focus on mind control, or memory loss?
Anya: Not exactly. I just, um... My intuition tells me this is the book. And I figure being a magic shop owner and a natural at the supernatural, I should trust my intuition.
Giles: That's fine, but as you recall, I too, am a magic shop owner.
Anya: True, but my intuition says that you're not so much the magic guy and more of a paperwork type.
Buffy: I kill your kind.
Spike: And I bite yours. So how come I don't want to bite you? And why am I fighting other vampires? I must be a noble vampire. A good guy on a mission of redemption. I help the helpless. I'm a vampire with a soul!
Buffy: A vampire with a soul? Oh my God. How lame is that?
Spike: I'm a hero, really. I mean, to be cast such an ugly lot in life, and then to rise above it. To seek out better, nobler things. It's inspirational, isn't it? And the two of us -- natural enemies thrown together, to stand against the forces of darkness. Utter trust. No thought of me biting you; no thought of you staking me.
Buffy: Depends on how long you keep on yapping.