Moving right along, it's time for another heart-to-heart chat between RevCam and the Colonel. It's all a retread of the same subject matter: waiting tables sucks and Mary needs to go to college. You know, there are people who make a pretty good living waiting tables -- some of whom make more money than I do at my dead-end day job that allegedly requires a degree. If I were a waiter, I'd be feeling pretty insulted right now at the way they keep saying that job means nothing. But I guess expecting sensitivity from 7th Heaven is asking way too much. The Colonel throws around some clichés about fighting a battle, and the scene finally creaks to a close.

Oh, help. It's another tortured scene down at Dopey's Swingin' Bachelor Pad. Except I'm not sure how much longer I can call it that, since Matt and John keep behaving more and more like a fussy old married couple. John's still displaying an irritating over-interest in Dopey's organic chemistry situation. Matt's just returned from talking to his prof, who -- surprise! -- does not give a shit about Dopey's personal life. Some more passing the blame ensues, and there are a couple shots of Dopey drinking nervously from a can. I believe it's supposed to add to the hilarity somehow that he's losing his mind.

RevCam meets with Ruthie's school principal, who recommends that Ruthie enroll in something called the Eleanor Roosevelt School. He tries to play it off like Ruthie's actually a genius who would benefit from a private school environment, but I can't help but suspect the principal just doesn't want to deal with her, or her parents, anymore. RevCam expects the principal to just transfer Ruthie out of Miss Riddle's class, but I guess the principal's not under Eric's thumb like the cops and the insurance company, because he just makes some excuse and keeps up the sales pitch for the private school. RevCam contemplates. Hey, at least it would be a new environment from which Ruthie can annoy and irritate the viewers.