A parishioner named Louis shows up at the CamDoor to ask RevCam if "that boy in church is okay." Louise assumes that Bobby Carver has Tourette's. He'd bet his life on it because HE has Tourette's and he recognized Bobby's vocal tics as symptomatic. I've got to love the busybodiness of these people. RevCam tells him that Bobby's mother says that Bobby only has ADD. Do y'all smell an intervention coming up? Aren't you glad RevCam's around to do what the doctors can't?
I like the commercial in which Barry White's singing to the laptop. I don't know what kind of laptop it is, but I like the commercial.
Ruthie meets Lucy in the hall and asks her to come to the elementary school for show-and-tell. Ruthie then proceeds to set up a lot of background about studying the Revolutionary War and Benedict Arnold, all so that she can make the point that she considers Lucy a traitor. Oh, ha, ha, so funny. I have to say that, as a sister, Lucy puts up with a lot of flack.
RevCam, Annie, and the twins are in the kitchen. Rev tells his woman that he's meeting with Bobby Carver's parents to get into their business. Annie feeds him the lines he needs to go off on a PSA about Tourette's being often misdiagnosed as ADD. Annie has set up a meeting with Ruthie's teacher for that afternoon. Mrs. Poole will watch the twins. Gee, I wonder what ever happened to good old Mrs. Poole. Oh, wait -- they just told me. She's watching the twins. RevCam can't believe a teacher would call a student stupid. Annie's sure it's a misunderstanding.
At the high school lockers, Mary is standing around watching Laurel & Co. rank on various fellow students. Laurel points to someone and says, "Okay, that ensemble doesn't work on any level." Uh, yeah, Laurel. And your shiny orange mini is so super-fabulous. She and her friends are practically wheezing with laughter at her Blackwellian wit. Some chick walks by in a blue blazer. Laurel quips, "I don't know what's bigger: her head or her . . ." Her friends giggle. I don't know about them, but on the planet where I live, most humans' pelvises are larger than their skulls. Maybe that's why I'm not on a WB show, though. Mary stares into space. Laurel asks her what's wrong. "Nuthin'," says Mary. Some chick with long, wavy, red hair and a flannel shirt is bending over to access her bottom-row locker. Laurel points to her and says, "She's probably just wearing that big, ugly farmer shirt to cover up all the weight she didn't lose last summer!" Giggle-giggle, giggle-giggle! ". . . or the summer before that, or the summer before that!" Oh, haw, haw. If Laurel's going to be a catty bitch, she should at least strive to be an amusing catty bitch. That's the moral of this scene, I believe. The Ghirlandata-haired girl glares at the junior bitches and stalks on by while Laurel calls, "Run away, farmer girl! Run away!" The bell rings and the hall crowd disperses. Mary is still dumbfounded in her printed knit top from Wal-Mart.