Well, everybody's seen the sign.
You need a clue? Well, here, take mine.
It says, "Get over Johnny!"

Hunter and her mother strut into the room, in blue camouflage and see-through black respectively. Hunter's mom stops Rob to shake his hand and tell him, "Mr. Fields, your script is so brilliant. I'm amazed that a heterosexual man such as yourself has such an innate understanding of the female psyche." Rob thanks her, remarking that he loves women. Hunter hauls her mom to the reading table.

Quentin joins Dave and Johnny, asking who the "slam piece" is. Johnny informs him that it's Hunter's mom. "No way. She's a babe," says Quentin, who's kept his hand in his belt-buckle area throughout this exchange as if he's holding back a tiny monster.

At the table, Courtney and Tori2 compliment Hunter's mom. Hunter happily explains the deal they made -- her mother stayed sober for ninety days, so Hunter got her the part. Courtney says that sometimes all a person needs is a goal. "My brother Lance got sober when Dad said he'd pay for him to get his teeth capped," she confides. Hunter doesn't care. She tells her friends that her mother's an aesthetician. Courtney asks Tori2 what an aesthetician is. "Oh, she waxes unwanted and unsightly hair," Tori2 helpfully explains.

Rob calls everyone to attention and tells them all that Hope has left to "pursue other opportunities." Eyebrows rise all around, but no one seems curious or anything. "Which one was Hope?" a mature, conservatively dressed woman asks Johnny. "The dykey lady who followed Rob around," he says. At least, I think that's what he says. That's it for Hope, then. I'm guessing last week's cleavage was too little, too late? Or was it a blaze of glory, maybe? Rob introduces Johnny's companion as Lila Van Guilden, who will play the part of Ms. Gander, the substitute teacher. Quentin seems disappointed, but joins in the polite applause. Then Rob announces the "very special guest, Helena Sarkissien, also known as Hunter's mom, who will be playing Custodian MacGraw." Everyone claps and hoots for Helena, who is wearing another funky necklace. This one has long, dangly silver things. I wonder if maybe it's meant to distract us from her neck. Yes, my eye is drawn to her cleavage, just like it's supposed to be. It works in the same way that a colorful neckerchief draws attention from a large woman's body and up to her pretty face. Let us never forget the Optical Illusion Dressing Philosophy we learned in the eighties.