"Hey, Mary!" one of the jerkwad customers yells, "We're saving a piece for ya!" He puts on of his hands under the table in a not-actually-suggestive way, and his friends yell, "Woo!" Johnny gestures to Frankie, who struts over to the troublemakers' table in her short skirt which has one of those almost-to-the-waist side slits. Here it comes. Here comes the smackdown. I'm ready. Let's go. The guys are already quieting down when they see her coming. She leans over the table and says, "Do you know who you're talking to? Minister's daughter. Give her a break. Behave yourself." One of the jerks pipes up, "And if we don't?" Get ready! Get ready for the slam! "Then," says Frankie -- you go, girl! Go, Frankie! -- "you're all going to hell." Huh? There has to be more, right? The three jerks chuckle and say "ooh." But then Frankie finishes them off with, "I mean it." OOH! PUT DOWN! The jerks' faces fall. Oh, no! Not hell! They realize that while you can still get into heaven after sexually harassing regular old hot babes, you really must go straight to hell if you bother a minister's daughter. "Sorry, Mary!" they yell in chorus. Yes, "sorry" is definitely the word we're looking for here.
"What did you tell them?" Mary asks Frankie, who waves the question away. The three youngsters discuss the ups and downs of working at Pete's Pizza. Frankie and Johnny invite Mary to have a beer with them after closing. Mary tells them that she's underage and she'd hate for Johnny to get in trouble for selling her alcohol. Johnny assures her that no one will know and the beer will be free. "C'mon, we'll have a real good time," says Frankie. The three of them smile, and we hear the guitar, violin, and oboe of Peer Pressure Foreshadowing.