Back at the Playgirl Ranch, Billy comes home with a six pack and tells his little brother that Tyra is "one tall drink of water." Gross, dude. He tosses Tim a beer, but Tim tells him that he quit. Billy laughs in a fat-faced buck-tooth manner that is eerily reminiscent of Buddy "Carb Face" Garrity. It's a mean laugh, but then again Tim is being rather prissy.

We cut over to the Suddenly Spa-tastic Rehab Facility, where Lyla supports Jason as they sort of float around a pool. Her babytalk doesn't distract Jason from the horns growing out of his forehead, and he slyly asks if she's been seeing Tim a lot lately. She lies that she hasn't, then pauses before laying it on pretty thick: "I'm so proud of you baby. Phil says you're the best patient he's ever had." Jason jokes that Phil told him to put wax in his hair the other day. Which is quite quaint, really, as hair wax is such a late 90s product. Lyla asks Jason, who has his head reclined back on her shoulder, if his neck hurts; he responds, heartbreakingly, "Like I'd tell you if it did?" This boy is either going to be president or a serial killer.

Landry and Matt drive around playing word games again. Matt asks his friend to stop talking about Julie to him. Landry tells him "It's what I do. I pry, I prod, I wheedle. And sometimes when I get crazy, I cajole." I love old-timey verbs. I love Landry. Landry tells Matt that he just needs to ask Julie out on a date, and tells him he needs to get "the eye of the tiger. Boom, baby!"

And we cut to football practice where some boys are taking that "boom baby!" instruction in a different way. Lots of football stuff happens. (God knows these practice scenes really help a recapper out). Lucas and Shady Grady look on as Smash takes the ball and runs it to the end zone. On his way back, he talks some trash to his teammates, telling them they'll never catch him. Some extra tells Smash he's wrong, and so sets Smash up for some Thrilla in Manilla-type free association: "Hey, don't hate, accelerate."