Who makes those juice packets that you puncture with a straw to drink?

Who makes those juice packets that you puncture with a straw to drink?

Capris Sun is the first that comes to mind, but I'm sure there are others.

Srega already answered, but just for the fun of it (it's been forever since I searched for anything BtVS-related), off the top of my head (I'm sure there's more):

IWRY:

Angel: You know, I forgot how good it all tastes when you're alive!

Angel: Why didn't you ever tell me about chocolate and peanut butter?
Buffy: Well, I figured if your vamp taste buds couldn't really savor it, then it would only hurt you, you know?

The Prom:

Joyce: You don't drink? Beverages, I mean?
Angel: No, I do.

Hush:

Giles: I thought vampires were supposed to eat blood.
Spike: Yep. Well sometimes I like to crumble up the Weetabix in the blood - give it a little texture.

I can see vampires missing chewing and satisfying crunchiness.

I can see vampires missing chewing and satisfying crunchiness.

Hee - all vampires are stoners.

I'm not sure if it was mentioned before, but last week's Entertainment Weekly reviewed the "Chosen Collection" DVD package. Says the release is poor (not enough extra goodness), but in the process praises the hell out of the show. A fun read.

There are some things you can't state often enough. The Aston Martin DB5 was the greatest Bond car ever. The Empire Strikes Back is the best Star Wars movie. And Buffy the Vampire Slayer is one of the seminal TV shows of the last 50 years. In the top 10. Not open for debate.

Hush:

Giles: I thought vampires were supposed to eat blood.

Spike: Yep. Well sometimes I like to crumble up the Weetabix in the blood - give it a little texture.

I loved Giles' reaction to that.

If you don't have an EW subscription, CNN has picked up that boxed-set review here. I like this paragraph:

"Buffy" did what all great genre fiction does. It allowed us to look at ourselves through a fantastical lens, and see who we truly are: at once stronger than we thought we could be and weaker than we'd like to let on. And, as with most great genre fiction, the establishment just didn't get it.

I was rewatching "Are You Now or Have You Ever Been?" and in the scene outside the Observatory where Angel is standing in his James Dean jacket, he's smoking. Literally puffing on a cigarette and blowing smoke out. My Mom jumped on this, exclaiming that "He shouldn't be able to do that! He doesn't have any breath! He couldn't do CPR on Buffy when the Master bit her because he didn't have any breath." Is this one of those things that has already been discussed, and just hand-waved away?

Also, this episode has earwormed me with the damned "Whoop-de Doo polka" that the salesman plays on the record player before committing suicide. All the great music that they had in the 50's, and they used that one.... So now my brain is stuck in an endless loop between that polka and "Honky Cat." (Ever since I saw Elton John on "Inside the Actor's Studio.")

If he literally had no breath, he wouldn't be able to speak either.

I think Joss wanked it with a "spark of life" sort of thing.