Elsewhere, Jess is getting in a morning shift at the BBQ joint when Landry strides in, all pleased as punch with himself because he broke up with his girlfriend. She's still kinda not talking to him, so he tries to sweet-talk her by asking for a delicious pulled pork sandwich and mentioning that things with him and Tyra are 100% over. He'd like to take Jess out on a date. She's super wary, so Landry makes the best case for himself: he's got a car, he's got a guitar, and he might end up writing her a song. Honestly, Landry's a spazz, but that's a pretty excellent pitch. Jess's huge smile seems to agree.
Finally, Tim Riggins drives home with his brand new dog, and if you're the kind of person who finds that flowy-haired, mealy-mouthed, just-outta-high-school chiseled sex gods manage to look even sexier while trying to hold a conversation with a dog, well, this is the scene for you. Tim re-christens the dog "Skeeter" (his old name, "Julian," is deemed boring). Tim pulls up to a field and lets Skeeter out, for fear that he'll skeet-skeet-skeet all over the seat-seat-seat. Ew, I am sorry for that. Anyway, Skeet runs around the field a bit, which gives Tim a chance to really survey the land. "It's pretty great," he says to himself, as the camera pans across the for-sale sign. And: seriously. Just think how many Airstream trailers he could fit on that land. Looks like Tim's got himself a taste for the American Dream now, y'all. And if I know this show, I know that he'll come heartbreakingly close to getting it before being crushed on life's windshield. But let's not burden Tim's mind with such thoughts. Just watch his hair flow in the breeze.
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