Uninspiring credits. Drive-by camera, town at night, lots of cars with Panther well-wishes soaped on their windows. Voice-over brings us to Applebee's for a "special edition of Panther football radio." The crowd noshes and cheers (though perhaps the term "noshing" is too ethnic to describe dinner at Applebee's in small-town Texas). The radio personality announces that Dillon has pulled the McNulty (holla, David Simon?) Mavericks and everyone boos. Pan around the restaurant -- following Tyra's delivery of various disgusting items ("Quesadilla burger"?) -- to various tables and overhear that all anyone-- Buddy Garrity, the boosters, the Mouth Breathing jocks -- is talking about is whether Smash will play on Friday.

Cut to Matt and Julie, first seen from outside the window of the restaurant. I don't know if I'll ever get tired of all the visual editorializing in this show; shooting through the window at first is as effective an underline as the writing and performance of this small intimate moment. Matt asks Julie about her meeting with Mr. Connelly, and she excitedly says it went well, saying what she wants is to get a column where she can write reviews of movies, books, et cetera. Aw! But while Matt is, for once, paying attention to what Julie wants and likes and needs, some commotion starts brewing in the background until the radio announcer calls Matt up to the booth. So much for that, honey. The whole restaurant cheers and claps for him. He tells Julie that he doesn't need to go up there, but she tells him to go on. As he walks up there, Julie catches the eyes of a couple of sluts eyeing him like he's a sex-filled eclair.