Teacher's lounge, where Scott has tracked down The Hook Lady; she makes herself tea, delicately holding the teabag with her hook. She does the old oh-I'm-not-mad routine, although she clearly is, and he tries to get through her little tactics, but as soon as he gives up, she's all, "Do you have any idea how difficult that was for me? I'm forty-six years old…and when I lost my hand…I all but fainted before asking you to spend the night. And you fled my house, as if I'd repelled you…" Scott interrupts to explain his own fears: "You said, 'Make love to me.' You said, 'Ravage me.' Say that to a man, and what he hears is, 'Perform.' Say that to a man who hasn't performed in nine years, well…he's bound to get stage fright." Heh. She explains that her aggression was only a cover for her own fears. After a little snafu over Scott's admissions that he discussed all of this with Steven, they decide to formally admit their fears. "I'm afraid." "I'm afraid." "I'm terrified," says Harvey, appearing in the background. "Are you two having sex? If so, then we should all be afraid. Truthfully, Scott, how can you not be scared of the hook?" BWA HA HA!
Delineation Alley. Lauren and The New Lauren, Ronnie, are talking about Britney-ta, and Ronnie says she knows people who can look over the contract. When they pass Dick Teachie's room, Ronnie ducks inside to talk to him. "The rumor is," says Lauren, conspiratorially, "he hijacked a bus."
In the room, Ronnie extends more personal advice, because, apparently, something like this happened to her once or whatever. "You should at least talk to her," blah-di-blah, because otherwise the pain and resentment will destroy him. Dick Teachie's all, "That's what's gonna destroy me? What about not being able to trust again?" And so on. If only we cared about Dick Teachie's relationship. I mean, we like him plenty, but we know nothing about the fiancée, or why she's worth missing. Anyway, Ronnie leaves him with the idea that, at the very least, he should ask his fiancée why this happened. Because then, years from now, when he's tearing himself up with the question, "Why did that happen?" he'll at least have his ex-girlfriend's ill-reasoned and self-serving gloss of an answer. Or, you know, Ronnie makes it sound like it might matter what excuse the fiancée comes up with.
Music room. Lauren listens while L'il-lita rehearses a slower number. This one is about the fleeting nature of childhood: "Photographs in scrapbooks…life's gone in a flash…first bites [?]…stitches…" Keh? Steven comes in, and Lauren's all, "Isn't she great, oh MY GOD!" Steven's like, yeah, she's ah-ight, but "I just got off the phone with the parents. They said she's leaving school." Yeah. "They also tell me that you support her leaving school." Uh oh, Lauren's in trouble. Steven says he needs her to be there when he meets with the parents later. Then he leaves, and we can hear the lyrics of the song again: "I remember braces…ice-cream night…amazing how much we used to fight…" "We"? I guess her and her parents maybe. Ah, so the song is meant to be apropos. How clever.
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.