Johnny comes in from the porch, says that the fire's ready, and plops down on the couch next to Mary, who's holding his baby. Frankie tells him to cook the steaks, then. He gets all mad and storms back out. "Don't ever get married," Frankie tells Mary. Mary brought the college brochures for them to look at while they wait on the meat. Frankie's "too hungry" to mess with them right now. She offers Mary a beer. Mary declines, telling how she got stopped by a cop the last time. "You think that cop is stalking you or something? Have a beer!" says her feckless friend. "Maybe later," says Mary, instead of, "No, thanks. I don't drink."
On the couch, RevCam and Annie listen to swirly forties music that I don't remember from The Graduate. "I'm just gonna go upstairs to check on Sam and David," says Annie. Eric just says "okay," so she tells him again, this time all nudge-wink style. He smirks and watches her ass as she walks away. Ruthie appears and asks what they're doing. She came down to grab a snack. She's going back upstairs. She still doesn't want to tell her parents what she's doing. Upstairs, Annie's tiptoeing around like a goofball. Lucy comes out of her room. "I was just checking on the boys," StuporMom quickly says. Lucy smiles at this and goes down the stairs, on which she meets her dad. He's just going up to check on Annie, he says. "Whatever," Lucy tells him, and then goes to his office to borrow a pen.
In the kitchen, Ruthie's hassling Mike. "What if you wait all that time to kiss her and then it's no good?" she asks him, chewing an apple all the while. "It'll be good," Mike argues. Then he asks if she's old enough to talk about this. Ruthie says she's older than she looks. He wants to know how old. She admits that she's nine and he says he's nineteen. Hmm. Lucy walks in and figures out that Ruthie's writing something about them. Ruthie runs away. "Maybe we should give her something to write about," horny Lucy tells Mike. "If you're suggesting we make some sort of physical contact -- no," says Mike as he puts his hands on her shoulders. They have writing of their own to do, he reminds her.
Outside Flicks, the only movie theater in town, Matt sits at a little café table and reads a book. Marcia and Simon walk up and he asks them how the movie was. Marcia spells "insipid" for him. Simon tells Matt that they'll get a pizza and meet him back outside. Marcia chides him, saying that the least they can do is share their pizza with Matt, since he chauffeured them and all. Simon yells, "I'm sure he doesn't want to intrude. E-N-T-R-U-D-E. Intrude!" Marcia makes a buzzing sound and spells the word correctly while Matt chuckles. "Laugh it up, fuzz ball," says Simon. Oh, wait. No, he doesn't.