Tyra walks into the darkened Garrity car dealership looking for her mom. She walks around, calling out for her mom, and every step she takes I'm cringing over what kind of hitched-up-leg Fat Buddy Garrity nastiness we might have to witness. Thankfully, Tyra finds her mom in her office, fully clothed. Well, I guess "fully-clothed" if you count the shirt that just barely keeps the twins in its warm embrace. Tyra's mom apologizes and says she has to stay late to get through some papers. Tyra is at first pleased to see her mom working until Buddy comes humming into the office -- get it? "humming?" -- with take-out for dinner. Tyra's smile fades as she realizes that she does, indeed have her mom's number, which appears to be of the "Dial Down the Middle" sort. Buddy tells Tyra how great her mom is, and her mom says she'll just get a ride from Ole Sis later. Tyra leaves and we see her mom looking after her, knowing that her daughter knows exactly how very much her mom knows. In the biblical sense.

Coach has Julie out on the street teaching her some plays. They are in the greatest father-daughter zone, where one is sharing some knowledge and the other is sincerely listening. As he mimes a play for her, Julie's little arm reflects his own arm's fake-toss of the ball as she tries to start creating a body memory for the play. A beautiful long shot of them out on their shabby suburban street. Tami comes out the front door just as they start to run a play. Coach calls to his wife, "Watch this, honey!" and runs toward the house. Julie throws the ball to him perfectly, and Tami whoops it up. Coach tells her that was pretty good, and Julie beams, "Pretty good?!" And they start all over. There simply are not words for how beautiful this scene is. Really.