Mack Brown (cameo!) and a few other silver foxes walk up to Taylor, flashing Brite Smile up top, while wielding a shiv down low. Mack's all glowing pearly whites and "nice" words, but you know he's telling Coach, basically, to meet him out back of the Tastee Freez if he loses on Friday night.

Meanwhile, Street has been cornered by Lady Mayor, who literally has her arm pinned against a door frame as she leans in and gives the yesboy a few lessons in doublespeak. He answers her every remark on his superior skills with a "Yes, ma'am," but when she tells him he's nice and has nice manners and he replies "Why, thank you, ma'am" her face goes venomous, "Knock it off. You can't go into the game tomorrow night like that." Pow! But, wait, I thought it was Tuesday still? Whatever, no time for literal-mindedness here when we've got tough talking broads to contend with.

We start doing some quick cutting. Taylor's still getting knocked around by the silver fox boosters, who have all kinds of suggestions for Friday's game. Street's still cornered by Lady Mayor who instructs him to "carpet bomb 'em." Um, okay Lady Mayor. I'm not sure I want to think so much about you and any kind of carpet bombing. She's talking so quick Street can't even keep up, nice boy that he is. "You listen to early Black Sabbath?" "Black...Black Sabbath?" "It'll make ya' mean." Cut over to Tim Riggins who is also now unfortunately reaping the darker rewards of being such a damnable Adonis: the attentions of sexually-dissatisfied older ladies. A woman with one hell of a terrible librarian haircut wails, "I am so confused about what a blitz is. It sounds a little sexual."

Mack Brown keeps cutting Taylor up with his buzz-saw of a voice, letting him know that he's driven by the school a few times and been concerned to see the lights off. Then back to Tim getting propositioned: "You ever blitzed an older woman? You could you know."

Louie Louie synths up in the background as Tyra walks up to Street and wonders if being with Lyla is like drinking milk all day every day. She suggests that maybe he try a milkshake once in a while.

Back at the Mack Brown Piece Dye Company, the man will not let Taylor get a word in edgewise, asking him what he's going to do the night before the game, and then before Taylor can open his mouth, drawling and clanging "You don't know what yer gonna do, you never been head coach before, you don't know do ya?"