Suddenly, the mouthless demon flies through the night air and smashes into a picnic table. Close on its heels is Angel, who has apparently, without any macho posturing (unlike some of Buffy's boyfriends I could mention, but won't), agreed to procure the demon's heart for the Slayer. The demon and Angel fight. A nice wire trick sends Angel spinning through the air. The demon flees, and Angel is in quick pursuit.
The next morning, Buffy tosses restlessly in bed; a worried Joyce sits beside her. Joyce looks sadly out the window. Even I can't think of something funny to say about that.
At school, Tracy Flick repeats back to Willow, "Do I often imagine classmates are spying on me? Or otherwise acting suspiciously?" Willow, dressed in a green shirt and floppy hat that make her look like an enchanted toadstool, waits for an answer. "Not till just now," replies Tracy Flick sourly. I have to admit -- I like her just a tiny little bit. We have Cordy to fill the "popular, seemingly vacuous bitch" role, but I still think there's a place for Tracy Flick's brand of "academically superior, smitty, competitive bitch."
Xander and Larry are seated at a table near the vending machines. Still trying to locate the cafeteria murderer, Xander asks Larry some leading questions about whether his "secret" is leading to "unexpressed rage." Once he finally figures out what Xander's babbling about, Larry proudly bellows, "Man, I'm out! I'm so out I've got my grandma fixing me up with guys." What kind of guys would one's grandma encounter? I guess she could set Larry up with the pool boy, or the bag boy, or the nice gay sons of her bridge partners. Xander is embarrassed by all this gay talk -- even more so when Larry encourages Xander to come out himself. He even suggests that Freddy could put a notice ("Something tasteful.") in the school paper for Xander.
Sep: "I don't know what to do about this episode. Fun to watch, but the thought of recapping it fills me with ennui."
Ace: "Maybe you could make fun of Larry claiming that Freddy isn't gay. I mean, look at him. You could make a chart! 'Gay or Eurotrash?'"
Sep: "Or an equation. Y'know, 'Inordinate amount of attention to clothing plus copious amount of gel in well-coiffed hair minus European citizenship equals Gay'! It's like a proof! If a and b but not c then Gay."
Ace: "Because, if you recall, you're so good with math."
Sep: "But it's comedy math. That's not hard. Comedy math is comedy gold. Look! I just turned math into gold. And that's alchemy."
Ace: "I know I say this a lot, but you are really, really odd. You should get that checked out."