Private time = time to smoke some pot. Grace is awfully wound up for a stoner.
In his (their? The boys seem to share a room, but the house seems awfully big for that) bedroom, Bobby wonders Why Mommy Gets High. "I don't know. Why do you care?" Jack asks. "Because she's different afterwards," Bobby says, putting on his space game helmet. "Yeah, bearable," Jack snarks, and then advises Bobby to drop the space club: "It's a reputation killer." Bobby doesn't get this line of reasoning: "Lots of people do clubs." Oh, naïve, tiresome kid. I feel for you. Jack points out that space is not cool. "You always say, go after what you want and I want to start a space club," Bobby insists. Jack sighs, and wonders if Bobby ever gets tired of not being like everyone else. Bobby just turns back to his game as Jack finishes dressing and makes guilty faces. "Get ready. I'll take you to the thing," he finally says. "Really?" Bobby squeals. "Yeah," Jack grouses. "So what do they burn at these things?" Bobby asks. "Eighth-graders," Jack tells him.
2049. New voice from THE FUTURE, Karen Carmichael, Vice-President 2041-2046, explains that it was "well known" that she had no interest in the Vice-Presidency position, since it "had all but vanished" under the last two administrations. "So when Governor McCallister, as he was then, approached [her]," she turned his ass down flat. But that Unnamed McCallister brother was persistent! And persuasive!
2004 Funky Retro Bonfire. Hot Jack, Hot Marcus, and Poor Dorky Bobby gallivant around the fire. Bobby tells Marcus he's only hanging with "you dorkuses" until his crappy friend Squirrelly Warren shows up. Marcus is all like, "'Dorkus,' strong language," or something, and then he asks Jack for permission to kill Bobby. Jack is all, "We're trying to prevent him from being killed," and then gets all moony and dreamy. "There she is," he breathes. "She," of course, is Courtney. Bobby squeals with glee at the sight of Courtney, but Marcus is a good wingman and grabs the kid and drags him away to go set stuff on fire, so Jack can get his flirt on in peace.