- Fred: Wow, Wes, Wesley, I...am totally drunk-faced.
- Wesley: Because you can't hold your--What are you drinking?
- Fred: Nothing.
- Wesley: You can't hold that.
- Fred: Oh, yeah, lightweight? How much have you had?
- Wesley: Including this [holds up bottle]...I've had..about a third of a half of this beer.
- Fred: That's weird, right?
- Wesley: Yes, I think so. I think that's weird.
- Fred: There's Gunn. Let's go ask him if that's weird.
- Wesley: Hey. Hey, Gunn, is something weird going on?
- [Gunn turns around, peeing.]
- Wesley: Charles, you just peed on my shoes.
- Gunn: I'll be damned. That's weird. [zips pants]
- Spike: Hey, is this a great party or what?
- Fred: Okay, something is definitely wrong with this picture.
- [Spike is bobbing his head to the music.]
- Spike: This might be the greatest song ever written.
- Wesley: [to Gunn] Yes, we appear to be under the effect of something--a spell.
- Gunn: Spike, how long have you been...you know...this?
- Spike: It's great, isn't it?
