Two random girls chat as they walk down the stairs. They stop in front of the boiler room, and one of them, a fairly pretty brunette, says she's going to go have a cigarette. The boy is watching, and says to no one, "You shouldn't go down there." Sars and I were discussing this episode recently, and we thought the kid looked like Joseph Gordon-Levitt from Third Rock From The Sun, but we realized he would have been too old even then for this role. But that's who he looks like. ["But with dead-badger hair. Sorry, but I've just always wanted to backhand this kid." -- Sars] The girl walks down the stairs, and looks around to see if she's alone. As if there wouldn't be fifty other kids down there puffing away. Or doing naughty things, like on My So-Called Life. She lights up, and as scary music plays, we see a large bald man, one eye gouged out and scars all over his face, lurking in the shadows. He looks a lot like the rebel aliens on The X-Files. He growls, "Lucky 19," and rushes her. She screams, and he smashes her in the face with what appears to be a wooden club that's in place of his right hand. She keeps screaming, he keeps hitting. The camera cuts to a sign on the wall that reads, "Smoking kills." I'd like to think they were being tongue-in-cheek, but given the way they've characterized smokers on this show since, I'm really not sure. Commercials.

Dawson's Creek ad. The Beek and Scott Foley have a pissing contest over Jen. Boy, if anyone ever had a reason to say, "I choose me."