Tim Riggins is living with the Taylors, and each time he grins, a little gleaming spark bounces off his teeth like "ding!" He takes care of baby Grace! Fixes the cable! Plays ping-pong with Coach! Saves Julie from a twister! And then from an awkward encounter with Matt! And then from almost-certain date rape at a party! But he still gets thrown out of the Taylor household when Coach catches him in Julie's room, trying to get the poor drunk girl to bed. Coach is in the wrong, since it really isn't Tim Riggins he should have been worried about; it was Julie and Shelly that were looking at Tim like he was the sleekest hitchin' post in town to wrap one's reins around.
It turns out that that damned twister knocked down the school one town over, so the douchebag Larrabee football team takes up temporary residence in Dillon High's cafeteria, football field, and locker room and generally creates havoc, with the blessings of their coach. In case you weren't sure who the good guys were, all the Larrabee kids (and coach) appear to have been cast out of the reject piles from Cavemen and the new MTV Challenge, Dueling Hydrocephalics. Coach Taylor tries to teach his boys to be proud and upstanding in the (bloated and pocked) faces of their enemies, but ultimately has to mark his locker room territory a little more obviously. Boys. Always lifting their legs on something or other.
Pam gets engaged to Rice Dream. When Buddy shows up on her doorstep, begging her to forgive him, she tells him the she loves him but it is over. It's really awful to watch Buddy beg that way.
Now that Landry and Tyra have left behind their completely unbelievable murder storyline, they have moved on to attending to their completely unbelievable courtship. Tyra isn't sure about Landry, Landry is goofily endearing, she warily lets him into her heart, wash, rinse, repeat.
A weather alert beeps across the Taylor's television screen while rain pours down outside. Tim Riggins is playing with Baby Grace. I repeat: Tim Riggins is playing with Baby Grace. That baby can hardly contain itself, it wants to get on the internet and shriek "OMG so hott!!111!!!" so bad. He hands the mewling Gracie over to Shelly for a feeding when Shelly realizes in a panic that they're out of formula. She tells the baby to stop eating so much, and Tim responds that she shouldn't shame the little girl about eating. That leads to anorexia. "Thank you, Oprah, very helpful," Shelly replies, and Tim sheepishly acknowledges his Oprah habit. Shelly announces that "Aunt Shelly's boobies aren't going to do the trick." Tim has apparently learned his lesson about thirtysomething women because he promptly flees the house, offering to go to the store for more formula. Or, you know, wash his "boobied" ears out with bleach. After he leaves, Shelly sort of melts a little (hot pants those must be) and sighs, "God he's cute," before adding for the baby's benefit, "No but he's jailbait, baby, stay away, darlin'." Baby Grace is like, "Step off old lady, Sweet Tush Timmy is mine, waaaahhh waaahhhh goo goo ga ga."
Tim runs through the rain and lightning outside the house toward his truck just as Julie is getting dropped off by the thankless Lois. Tim asks if she needs anything from the store and she asks, while being pelted with rain, whether she can come along. Cut to Tim and Julie in his truck; Julie nervously asks Tim if he's "going to the dance this weekend" and he says no. So then Julie says she's not either, "it'll probably be lame, right?" Taylor Kitsch can really turn it on and off, because there is absolutely no sex coming from his direction in this scene. It's pure older brother at the moment. He tries to ask her about Matt breaking up with the Gidget-haired cheerleader, but Julie just stammers that she doesn't talk to Matt.
Cut to the grocery store parking lot. There's a break in the rain but Tim, doing his best Bill Paxton in Twister, is not easily fooled by that sphinx Mother Nature. Julie wonders what he's doing there gazing up at the churning CGI skies, and Tim silently acknowledges to himself, "Getting ready to save your life, missy." Inside, Tim and Julie chatter about when Gracie will teeth when they hear the newscaster on TV interrupt with a tornado warning. Tim looks out the window meaningfully, and then the tornado appears. The shopkeeper shoos everyone away from the windows, but Julie just stands there motionless. Isn't this girl born and raised Texan? Why doesn't she know what to do here? I mean, if it's all an elaborate ploy (involving coordinated acts of God) to get Tim Riggins's arms around her, then brava! But otherwise... So Tim grabs her hand and pulls her behind a wall underneath a plethora of hanging metal objects. Safe? Hardly. Romantic. Yes! He kneels behind her and wraps her up in his arms as the tornado blows in the glass windows of the store. Swoon!