Football practice is wrapping up. The boys come into a huddle, and there's some upcoming-game blah blah, and then a reminder that First Baptist is having their annual dinner for the team. The boys groan, but Coach Taylor sternly instructs them that they will be there with jackets and ties, that they will not use foul language, and that they will not make jackasses out of themselves. Aw, so sweet how he tries to rein in teenaged boys' natural tendencies toward jackassery.
Inside the school, Tami has Tim Riggins in her office. Can you even imagine what is running through this boy's head as he sits across from this hot mama? But Tami is all business, talking to Tim about his failing English class. Tim is attempting to blind her with his slow, charming smile, but he doesn't realize that Tami invented that move. She asks if he's started reading the book he's supposed to give an oral report on. I imagine Tim is busy with all sorts of oral reports. Sorry. Couldn't resist. He insists, with a smile, that he has never gotten help on his homework from a rally girl. Tami is the perkiest interrogator I've ever seen. She asks him specifically about a paper on The Scarlet Letter that she knows Julie stayed up all night to write. He assures her he wrote his paper. She perkily asks to see it. Cut outside to Tim's locker, where he hands her "Modern Themes in The Scarlet Letter" on which he got an A-. Tami "Burden of Proof" Taylor is not convinced and so asks him what the book is about. Tim looks charmingly intently, "You know..." Tami responds that she does know, and so Tim starts stuttering a bit about how it's "about...a...gal...whose name...is Scarlet, obviously." Heh.
Tami gets quietly shrill about Tim not writing the paper. Tim asks her what the big deal is, and Tami responds with the best, most succinct articulation of why we try to educate ourselves and our children: "Because it's my job to make sure you don't grow up stupid." Pause. "It's bad for the world." Cf., 2001-the present. Tim laughs. Tami goes from perky to pissed faster than you can spit and informs Tim that it is now her personal job to make sure he doesn't get any more free passes. He can see she's serious, and so he gets serious himself: "We are two wins away from the playoffs, Mrs. Taylor." She nods and tells him she appreciates that fact. He pleads with her, saying that if he doesn't pass, he doesn't play. She just stares at him impassively and says "Well I guess we'd better get you to pass, then."