Morgan Motor Vehicle. In a voice-over, Morgan says, "I get a phone call from Salima saying, 'My parents said I can't go to Prom.'" Salima's sitting in the passenger seat, pouting. "We just won't go, it's fine," she says. "No. We gotta go," says Morgan. "No, we don't," says Salima. Morgan goes on to tell us in a voice-over that Prom was his promise to himself that he would go to one school dance. "Sorry I fucked up the plans, okay?" Salima says sulkily. "It's just...it's not my fault." As they drive along Route 41, Morgan speeds up, and Salima asks him to slow down because she's feeling nauseous. So am I. But it's not the driving that's causing my stomach to churn. Goddamn vodka.

At a picnic table outside of the school, obviously on some other day, Salima says to her friends, "I have a breakup story for you. I broke up with Morgan." There's a lot of conversation about this, none of which I can understand. It's a lot of "pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little, CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP, talk a lot, pick a little more." And if you don't know what I'm referring to, then you should all go out and see The Music Man and leave me the hell alone.

Elsewhere at the school, Morgan's confiding in his very own non-sexual girlfriend. "I'm not goin' to Prom because of her," Morgan says. His non-sexual girlfriend says that there are plenty of girl-fish in the high-school-prom sea. Morgan protests that he's not gonna go to Prom with some other chick after breaking up with his girlfriend of one year. Morgan thinks about all the things he wanted to do with Salima, but never got to do.