Bathroom. Audrey sings. Emma gets ready to yell at her, but instead listens and looks thoughtful. I seriously think they're trying to bore me to death.

Professor Unambiguously Closeted's classroom. Jen settles into a desk next to Jack, wondering what happened between Jack and Professor Unambiguously Closeted at the party. I can't believe they haven't already had this conversation, but whatever. Jack sputters that Professor Unambiguously Closeted is straight, and even if he weren't, Jack certainly wouldn't get involved with him. While they're chatting, the TAs hand out their most recent papers. Jen gets a B-plus. Jack gets a C-minus. Oh no! The paper is twenty percent of the grade! And Professor Unambiguously Closeted reviewed all the grades himself! He must be punishing Jack for not wanting to have sex with him! The scandal! I've never seen such a plot on television before! Where are my smelling salts? I think I'm having an attack of the vapors!

Joey. Oliver. Worthington. Dropping dead of boredom and agony. Joey runs into the dreamy bartender on her way to the library, and offers to help him put up these posters he's lugging around advertising Emma's band's gig at Liberty Hell's Kitchen. "Should have kept walking," Oliver just says. He doesn't need her help, he finally continues, and in fact, he says, he liked her "a lot better when [she was] surly." Joey begins to protest that she's not surly, but realizes that this is a giant lie and corrects herself by saying that they've both been acting immaturely since "the incident." Oliver rolls his eyes and tells her not to back down like that. "If you do that in class today, [Professor Flip-Flops] will eat you alive." Joey changes the subject, wondering when he's doing his presentation. But Oliver starts getting all snitty about the kissing again, neatly sidestepping her question. He doesn't want them to start acting like everything is "nice" between them, he says, when nothing is nice between them whatsoever. In the course of this calculated little hissyfit, Oliver dubs the kissing "agreeable, yes, but hardly nice." Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. People kiss! It doesn't always have to mean anything, you know, other than "hey, I'd like to see what your tongue feels like in my mouth." Anyway. Oliver reels off a bunch of snippy comments and runs away. Joey rolls her eyes. The audience snores.