Oh, lord. Claire's mother is a dog breeder. And not just any breed of dog. No. It's one of those damn puffy-ass dogs I can't stand. I hate puffy animals. If I pet an animal and come away with eight pounds of fluff and dander, someone's going to have to restrain me because there'll likely be a shaved animal in the near vicinity relatively quickly. Anyway, Mrs. Bennett is blathering on and on about her stupid puffball of a dog as Claire delivers the food to the table for dinner. Mrs. Bennett asks the kids what they did today and Claire's brother says he and his friend saw a homeless Mexican guy they thought was dead. Claire's brother is an asshole. I just thought you'd want to know. Claire looks straight at her mother and says, "I walked through fire and I didn't get burned." There's a beat where no one really knows what to say. Then Little Bro just goes, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" And Mrs. B commends Claire for being "really profound." She continues to blah blah blah about how people come up against all sorts of fires in their lives and when "we test ourselves and face our fears, we usually don't get burned." Claire whips out a samurai sword and cuts her own head off and goes, "How's THIS for not getting burned, Momma?!" Or she just stares at her mother while she talks to the dog in a baby voice. I hate that dog. And I'm growing increasingly less fond of that mother.
Tokyo. Buddy's returning from the bar with a couple of beers, only Hiro's nowhere to be found. There's a commotion over by the girl's bathroom and Hiro's getting dragged out by a couple of security guards. As he passes Buddy, he goes, "YAHOOOOO!" and gives him a thumbs up. I adore him. Hiro gets tossed out into the street and Buddy follows after him. Hiro's all, I teleported into the girl's bathroom! Buddy's all, ENOUGH WITH THAT SHIT. Hiro quickly walks away, unconcerned that Buddy doesn't believe him. "Why do you want to be different?" says Buddy. "Why do you want to be the same?" says Hiro. Buddy says that's what he is and Hiro says that's what everyone is. Homogenous. Yogurt. Only he says it in Japanese, so it's, "Yogurato," which is killing me right now. Hiro says he wants to be special and Buddy says they're not special; they're Japanese. Hiro's like, whatever man. I wanna boldly go where no man has gone before. Because there is no sci-fi but Star Trek, apparently. And old Star Trek at that. Buddy's all, that's right! You're special! "You're Super-Hiro!" Which... hee. I could wind up loving or hating this show, but I will always be a fan of Super-Hiro.