Back at "Roosevelt School," Ruthie is bugging her art teacher with her cutesy remarks about "knows" sounding like "nose" and people having their "noses" in "other people's business." The teacher tells Ruthie that her clay impression of Simon's nose, entitled "Simon Knows" could really be the start of a piece of art, blah blah. Who cares?
Back at Lucy's locker, Mary informs her sister that she, Mary, was giving Lucy the silent treatment in the car. Lucy doesn't give a care. Friendless and apparently locker-less Mary wants to know why "Judas" Lucy ratted to the CamRents about Robbie Palmer. Lucy says she didn't squeal. Instead of apologizing, Mary sighs and deduces that RevDad must have seen her with Robbie. Lucy tells her some crap about falling in love while serving her time. Mary comes out with some cow chip about it being God's way of restoring her self-esteem. Sure, Mary. He works in ways that are not only mysterious, but also totally ridiculous, right? Lucy rains on Mary's parade, telling her that while God probably helped get her sorry ass out of jail, He probably doesn't care whether she finds love while de-littering the community. D'oh! Mary non-sequiturs into asking Lucy if she'd talk to the CamRents on Mary's behalf. She wants Lucy to lay out some line like, "Isn't it great that Mary found such a great guy?" Mary, step away from the crack pipe. Oh, wait. Sorry. I forgot -- all the cool kids are HUFFING these days. Lucy comes out with some stupid speech about how she can't be the Camden daughter and Mary's sister at the same time. Huh? Lay off the huff -- um -- the huff tube, Lucy! Mary is all happily blinded by Bad Boy Lust as she tells Lucy to be her sister, then, and takes off down the hall. Lucy rolls her eyes. I second that emotion.
On the grassy lawn of the college, Shana is perusing an NYU brochure. Matt sneaks up behind her making a Boris Karloff noise and kisses her, and she guiltily slams the brochure into a notebook or something. "So what's in the bag?" Miss Sneaky wants to know. Dopey hands her three pounds of Saran Wrap and a little piece of something green. Oh, it's a sandwich. Matt made it himself. Chickenhead becomes very sad. Matt tells her it's not a big deal, it's not like he shot the turkey. Tell it to Fiona Apple, Matt. You're not getting any sympathy! Shana gets ready to bawl and shoves it into her mouth. Then we're switched to another camera just in time to see a little piece of food stretching between her mouth and the retreating sandwich. Then Matt caresses her hair while Chickenhead sobs through the turkey that she doesn't want him worrying about her because he has enough to take care of blah blah. Um. Yeah. What with having to go home and clean out his mom's fridge twice a day, I guess he is kind of busy. He tells her that they take care of each other because that's what love's all about. She says she knows but he should be concentrating on his own life and blah blah. Matt asks if she wants to talk to him about anything. She tells him she just wants a hug. He says, "Okay, but can you freaking swallow your food first, you skag?" Oh, wait. I was the one who said that. Sorry. Matt just hugs her and runs his hairy hand up and down her khaki denim jacket.