Contrivance: Hey dude!
Couch Baron: Didn't expect to see you. You've been working your ass off lately.
Contrivance: I know. And with Buffy and Angel moving, I've got to shuttle back and forth between the WB and UPN, with side trips to Showtime for Queer As Folk. At least Roswell got cancelled.
Couch Baron: Aaron even called you out on Six Feet Under recently, what with that Vanessa and Rico inheriting that money subplot.
Contrivance: This job's killing me, I'm telling you.
Couch Baron: Maybe Continuity and Foreshadowing can help you out -- they're not doing much these days.
Contrivance: The lush and the sociopath?
Couch Baron: Yeah, that's them.

Buffy in the basement. She stands on a stepladder to get the plates, but first picks up a large photograph of herself, Xander, and Willow. Why the hell would that be in a box in the basement? This episode is annoying me to death. Anyway, in reaching up to get the plates, Buffy knocks down a fake-looking dead cat. She's sufficiently grossed out.