Tattoo Girl drives Jason back towards Dillon. It turns out the refrigerator in her trunk was not euphemistic. There is an actual refrigerator she hopes to deliver. So much for that new sex catchphrase. Jason is explaining how the town hates him because he's suing the football team. Susie wants to know why he doesn't leave, because she can't understand why anyone would stay where they weren't wanted. Cut the "Fly Free, Butterfly" crap, lady. Jason reminds her (and us) that he's engaged, and then says Dillon is the only home he knows and he can't imagine going anywhere else anytime soon. She changes the (boring) subject and asks him, "How 'bout Stonehenge II?" and then tells him that's where they're stopping next.

Tami's office. Angela is in there, trying and failing to focus her Valium eyes. Tami tells Tyra's mom that she's worried Tyra is riding on her looks but that she wants her to start using her brain, "cuz, you know, that looks thing isn't gonna last forever." Ouch. And to a woman who just lost her famously perky ass in a tragic accident. Angela says she's unclear why she's there, and Tami clarifies that she wants to tag-team Tyra with Angela. Whoa there, lady. That sounds downright European. Angela resists Tami's suggestion that Tyra is messing up -- defensively saying that it isn't like Tyra is a criminal (which, actually, she is with the drinking and party-money laundering). Tami backpedals and tells Angela she just wants them to both help Tyra reach her potential. When she gets the Opiate Face in response, she provides some actual motivating information: "Tyra is at great risk of not graduating from high school." Way to bury the lede, lady.

House of Plaid. Angela watches what looks like Dallas on TV and blabs on at Tyra, who's doing her homework in the next room, about some girl who's put on a lot of weight. Tyra asks her mom to cram it, and Angela does for two seconds before blabbing away some more. She does cram it for real, though, when a Buddy Garrity commercial comes on the TV. Buddy's car dealership's "three pillars of prosperity" are apparently "Honesty. Loyalty. Trust." But what is really too much for Angela is when he launches into his tagline "Deep in the heart of Texas. Deep in my heart. I'm your Buddy." God, should we add "pedophilia" to his list of pillars? Who else calls themselves "your Buddy"? Angela gets up and shuts the TV off and then spontaneously suggests they pick Ole Sis up at the club and go get pedicures. Tyra says she has too much homework, but Angela persists, asking her daughter to "think of your toes." Tyra smiles the tired smile of children with ridiculous parents.