"Consequences," Pablo sighs in VO. "There are no consequences! I'm sixteen years old! I'm a juvenile. They can't do anything bad to me even if they tried." Good to see he's learned a valuable lesson here. Pablo decides it's time to face the music, and the name of this song is "Petty." On the phone, he tells her that he has no regard for anybody and that he's a selfish wench. Agreed. He denies having trashed the place, insisting that he was cleaning up. What, in the street? I don't recall seeing him cleaning up a thing. Oh, maybe picking that girl up off the street was something the Department of Streets and Sanitation would have gotten to eventually. Way to be proactive, Pablo.

He goes on to try and convince Petty to convince her mom not to press charges, to no avail. Petty asks where the key is, and Pablo says it's in his mom's van. "Oh, you're that unhappy?" he asks. I can only assume that she's asking for her key back and banning Pablo from the house. Permanently. Rock on, Petty. "Okay, babe?" he slimes. "Fine, what would you like me to call you?" Heh. Rock on, part deux, Petty. "You are thoroughly upset," he says, smiling this kind of self-amused smug half-smile that I just want to drop-kick right off his fucking face. "Babe?" he says. Click. And Petty has left the building. Thank you and goodnight. ROCK ON!

In a music rehearsal room, Kaytee's sitting next to a shlumped-down Tard. She's VO-ing about how she didn't get Tard, not that she really wanted him or anything. "I wanted him to be nicer to me. I wanted him to realize that, I can make him great. But, maybe I probably could. I thought I could. I thought I could bring out the best in him. That's what I loved about him, I think." See. I told you to write it down. Those notes I gave you will come in handy. Look at them now. Memorize them. And don't lose them. EVER.

Through her heartache, Kaytee realizes that she has to focus on her music and herself. Of course, as her VO says this, she's sitting in a hall playing her guitar and says, "All the songs I have are about Teddy. Or, about, um...no, they're all about Teddy." Heh. ["'Teddy lies…when he cries!'" -- Sars]

Around the corner, Pablo's penning some of his pathetic poetry as we hear Petty's voice say, "Pablo was, like, my best friend. I put a lot of faith in him." "We didn't want to get in a fight," says Pablo in his car. "But, when legal things came up and that was something solid and something we had to face when we didn't...we couldn't face it." He goes on to say that it took a lot of trust for Petty to give him the key to the house, since she wouldn't give it to anyone else. And all it took to kill that trust was you throwing a party that Petty didn't want you to. Wow. You're a major fuckstick, Pablo. Major.