In the hallway, we get a quick shot of a couple posters and pamphlets giving us the PSA that alcohol is bad, especially in conjunction with driving. That went by too quickly and wasn't completely devoid of subtlety -- do you think you could serve up an anvil in ten or fifteen minutes? Thanks. Xander looks accusingly at Buffy, who tells him to just say it. He says he won't. Willow: "You lied to Giles." Xander: "She will." Heh. But amazingly, Xander gets off scot-free for his crime. Buffy rationalizes her behavior. Blah blah blah-They-Have-Orgies,-Don't-They?-cakes. Buffy says she wants to have fun every once in a while, and that's just what she's going to do. The Ironic Segue Fairy mainlines some cocaine as the assistant calls, "Three...two...one..."