This episode scored a 3.8/6 in the overnight ratings.
This episode ranked 3rd out of 11 UPN shows for that week.
Ranked 97 out of 129 prime time shows.
The musical guest at The Bronze, Aimee Man, is given actual lines in this episode. This marks the only time in Buffy history that a musical guest had lines of dialogue in an episode.
Xander: I don't know, creature of the night, Buff. He's probably out creaturing.
Xander: Okay, let's look at this objectively. Figure it out in a cold, impersonal, CSI-like manner, because we're a couple of carpet fibers away from a case.
Anya: Yeah, but you don't think so. Okay, have you searched his room for clues? Trophies from victims? Killers like to keep trophies sometimes. Scalps, necklaces made from human teeth.
Buffy: Oh, uh, actually, I need some help. I'm looking for this guy. Bleach-blonde hair, leather jacket, British accent? Kind of sallow, but in a hot way?
Bouncer: Yeah, yeah, I know the guy. Billy Idol wannabe?
Buffy: Actually, Billy Idol stole his look from - never mind.
Xander: Oh, an out of control serial killer. You're right, that is a great houseguest.
Buffy: What the hell happened? Downstairs looks like--
Willow: Hell happened? Yeah. This big evil that's been promising to devour us... well I think it's started chomping.
Buffy: Oh, God. And it started with Dawn?
Willow: Both of us. Buffy, this thing knows us. It made us think that we were talking to people we knew. Mine said it came with a message from Tara. But Dawn actually saw... your Mother. This thing-- it had me for a while... I mean, before it started letting loose with the pulse-pounding terror. But before that, the lies were very convincing. It just seems real.
Spike: Anya, do be specific and tell a fellow just exactly what you're doing here.
Anya: Well, Spike... I'm here, obviously... for, um... sex.
Spike: Uh, beg pardon.
Anya: You and me. Here and now. Let's go. Let's... get it on, you big bad boy.
Spike: Wait, wait, Anya. Just a minute. This is not exactly-- is that a stake?
Anya: Yes. Kinky.
Spike: Uh, well, yeah, but what do you...
Anya: Shh. No questions. No talking. I can't help it. I can't stop thinking about you and us and our brief but unforgettable time together. I mean, it's... why else would I be here? I mean, it's not like I'm snooping around looking for proof that you're some sort of wacked out serial killer. I don't know why I said that. Forget I said that. It's craziness talking. It's just nerves. Nerves. Nerves and-and horniness. Oh, just shut up, William, and take me. Take me now.
Spike: It's not that I'm not tempted. Obviously, if things were different, you're a ripe catch.
Anya: I got it. No problem, I understand. You think I'm fat.
Anya: Well, it's either that or the haircut.
Spike: Ridiculous. The do's quite fetching.
Anya: Oh, right. Now you like the haircut.
Spike: Love it.
Anya: Sure, as a friend.
Okay, let's look at this objectively. Figure it out in a cold, impersonal, CSI-like manner, because we're a couple of carpet fibers away from a case.
This is a reference to the popular CBS procedural drama, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.
The series, based on the use of forensic evidence to solve mysterious crimes, has spawned a number of successful spin-offs.
Buffy: (about Spike) ...then the Oscar goes to...
An Oscar is a coveted award given by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences to honor excellence in film.
Xander: Cool as Cool Whip.
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