RevCam and SamVid are set to leave when RevCam realizes he forgot his keys. Annie runs upstairs to get them and the twins say something about waiting outside like men do. Whatever. Maybe they'll get abducted while they're out there completely unsupervised. Ruthie comes downstairs, ready to leave for her first day of high school. Hey! What's she doing here? Isn't she supposed to be in Mexico? DAMN IT! I'll never be free of her! RevCam asks her if she's excited about high school. "No," says Ruthie. Is she scared? No. What is she, then? "Angry." Good lord, she's finally going to unleash her reign of terror on us all. RevCam takes twenty minutes to stammer out that Ruthie shouldn't be mad at Peter for moving across town to a duplex with his parents. "He'll be around, you'll see," RevCam tells Ruthie, except that he won't, because the Petrowski/Vickery family is finally out of my life forever! Ruthie says she isn't angry at Peter; she's angry at Martin for not giving her a ride to school. RevCam offers his chauffeuring services, but Ruthie says she's going to "let" Lucy and Kevin drive her. Yes, it's always a very generous thing to "let" someone go out of their way and do you a favor.
Martin comes downstairs and announces his departure. RevCam is distracted, however, by his boarder's crotch. He stares at it, and we see that Martin's sporting some low-slung jeans and some high-waisted boxers. Martin says his aunt sent him some new school clothes and he promised her he'd wear them. "She said they're cool and she's the designer," says Martin. And yes, at one point, baggy jeans worn below the ass were at the cutting edge of fashion. But that point was somewhere back in 1993, so Aunt? You might want to stick with those charm bracelet socks for a little while longer. RevCam ascertains that Martin isn't breaking any school rules with his choice of attire, and lets him go. Hey, remember three seasons ago when Simon wore baggy pants and RevCam acted like it was the end of the world? Times have changed! RevCam stares at Martin's ass as the poor child leaves the house, then mutters to Ruthie, "Wow, I hope those [pants] don't fall off. That would be embarrassing." Ruthie nods without feeling.