Dick Teachie's room. It's Talk Time. So Talk Time raises her hand. "Debbie, how come it's always you?" Heh. 'Cause she's Talk Time, yo! She asks him if he attacked a man, and he says, "I threw a phone at someone I was angry at. I didn't mean to hurt him, but I did. It's over now." She gets all self-righteous, and won't let him change the subject, and says that the suit against Lipschultz "was a lesson in righting a wrong, playing by the rules. And here you are resorting to violence. You tell us we should be proud of how we handled the situation, but how can we be proud of you? You're all action, and no talk. I think you owe the class an apology." Dick Teachie begs to differ: "I think you've got a big mouth, and for such a smart girl, you don't know when to keep it shut, because you don't know what you're talking about. I came home to find the woman I was engaged to in bed with another man, that's what we're talking about here, Debbie. And it's why I believe in gun control, because if I had a gun, I mighta taken it out and blown his head off. I guess you'd want an apology for that, too, wouldn't you, Debbie? Except you're not gonna get one. Except to the rest of the class, for calling on you every time you raise your hand, because if they're half as sick of listening to you as I am, I owe them a big, fat apology. So I'm sorry. We got some time left, anyone else?" Talk Time runs out of the room in tears, past Ronnie, who's evidently been standing in the doorway long enough to catch this speech. Wow, he really humiliated her. Talk Time? More like Mock Time.
A classroom. The Hook Lady is using her hook to hold a small piece of chalk and write on the board. Also, I say "a classroom" because it cannot be her classroom, since she only assistant-teaches. Anyway, Scott comes in and asks her to the symphony. She's all, "Scott, I think you and I should maybe take a break." Oh no! "Why?" The Hook Lady says that she sensed his nervousness, and somewhat accepts his explanation for why he rejected her, but she doesn't accept it totally. "You think I'm gay." Heh. But no, she thinks that "on some level you maybe don't approve of me. You think I'm aberrant." Scott protests, but she won't hear it. "Aberrant," eh? What a strange thing for her to think. Then she turns back to the board, using the hook which she got when she severed her own hand with a chainsaw trying to free herself from the chair in the basement she'd been handcuffed to by her son, to write on the board some more. "Aberrant"? Where'd she get that from? Scott goes to the door, but hesitates. "I have an appointment with Dr. Coburn tomorrow. Maybe we could both go together."