Before Steven is really even out of the frame, Ho-lita appears from behind a column (the hell?) to thank Harry. He gets all angry-faced and says, "I did nothing for you." Slow down, tiger, because is that ever a big fat lie. Unless he does have money on the game. Anyway, he goes on, "Listen, my job? I take it very seriously. Don't screw with me. Okay? You got that?" This would be more impressive if he didn't reveal a slight lisp during this outburst. But then, for any brain-dead members of the audience out there, Ho-lita finally comes out and says what we've all already figured out: "Well, maybe if you take your job so seriously you shouldn't have screwed around with me." She looks pretty ugly in this scene, by the way, so he's probably ready to agree with that right now. Then she apologizes for some reason, and explains that she was only trying to help out Jason, and, ludicrously, asks if Harry is going to the game. He snarks, "Yeah, let's you and I sit together." Yep, there's a bit of lisp in there.

End of a very long day, for Principal Steve and for Key Grip. He's in his office when Anthony, the beat-up kid, comes in with a bandage on his forehead: "You know, you didn't do me any favors." They have the predictable conversation where we learn that Malcolm thinks Anthony is a rat. So Principal Steve teaches Anthony how to break a guy's arm. I'm serious. This is my favorite part of the show. It's the best thing Steve has done all episode: practical and realistic, and involved no misuse of the words "exalting" or "contraindicated."

When Anthony beats it (who knows what exactly he was doing at school after dark anyway, especially when we know he left to go to the hospital in the middle of the day, and we've met his mother and she doesn't seem the type to let him traipse off after sundown on a day like this -- but whatever), Ms. Davis ducks in and lets Steven know that she's concerned about the superintendent: "She wants to fire you and you may have given her the ammunition to do it." Steven says he's survived before, and he'll survive again, because lord knows we need to be spoon-fed more clichéd back story. Anyway, Steve is going to the game, and Lauren is going to clean the giant word BITCH off of her blackboard. I'm-Talking-Now sums up the episode thusly: "Hey, we made it through another week. Nobody OD'd. Nobody got shot. And none of us lost our minds." This is especially funny because the only people who seem to be in danger of OD-ing or shooting people at this school are, apparently, the teachers. Actually, that would be a much more interesting premise for a show, don't you think? A school where the kids are all attentive, studious, and diligent, and keep complaining about the disrespectful, dangerous, drug-dealing teachers. Copyright Key Grip, 2000, that is my idea, and if DEK can get this crap on TV, I'm calling Fox tomorrow and pitching mine.