"I'm never gonna get married," she says in an interview. "Never. But that's okay because I'm gonna be traveling around the world and I won't have time for a husband or a boyfriend then. And that's my rationale for not having a husband or a boyfriend." And then she gives this kind of sad face. Dude. Who said anything about a husband or a boyfriend? They're called "lovers." And they don't buy you engagement rings. They buy you five-room apartments in the Left Bank. They give you a Rolls Royce just because they feel like it. They have accents and take you to Belize for the weekend. They call you "cherie" and "bellissima" and you can forget about husbands and boyfriends, baby. It's all about the international love thang.

And the dance is upon us. We know this because the under-paid janitorial staff is hanging disco balls in the gym and Salima's pasting little gems next to her eyes and Salima's parents and Mouth's parents had a meeting of the nations and decided that the kids can do whatever they want and that it's their responsibility. Oh, dude. They're just BEGGING their kids to do it in the backseat of a car on some hilly road. Seriously.

Tiffany, her hair in a towel, tells us that this evening isn't about Sewer; instead, it's about hanging out with her friends. Spoken like a woman who's just been dumped by a moron. Then Salima says that she guesses they just had to learn how to handle their disagreements. What disagreements? The ones where she and Mouth wrestle on the bed and call each other "assholes"? Girl, I'll show you some disagreements. But, you know, not now. Later, when you're not wearing your pretty little dress.

Heh. Heh heh. Mouth is getting ready while listening to "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred. Heh. Papa Mouth rubs the cat hair off of Mouth's black pants, and I giggle uncontrollably when his dad looks the other way for a second and accidentally gets a swab that's a mite too close to the family jewels and Mouth goes, "WHOA DADDY!" Hee. Then Mouth's in front of his mirror and he's dressed all in black and he looks really, really nice. I mean it. He looks good. Our little Pucky cleans up good. The song goes, "On the catwalk, I shake my little tush," and Mouth shakes his little tush in response. HEE.