Cut to Joan gathering garbage. When she grabs a box from on top of a file cabinet without even looking in it, I know there's trouble afoot. I think God needs to give her refresher lessons on paying attention to things. Maybe she should spend a little time with some Buddhist nuns. We get some shots of Joan struggling to fix the copy machine and falling on her ass while doing so.
She's copying some stuff when Iris has to do some work near her. Joan says, "I hope you enjoyed telling Adam about my nosedive from yearbook grace." Man, Joan, you might want to dial it down just a little. Iris: "I didn't say anything." Joan: "Look, you and he were -- and now I am his -- so that makes me, like, fair game, right?" Iris turns to Joan and says, "I miss him. But it looked like things were hard enough for you. Making it worse -- how would that help me?" Aw, she had to go and be all mature about this. Makes it harder to hate her. Joan: "Thanks, Iris." Iris: "I didn't do it for you." Joan: "Adam said you were okay with us." Iris reminds her, "You said the same thing when I was dating him." In the background, Orange Sweater Vest's mild panic is growing into a full-on freakout: "Okay, this is a Code Red, people! We are missing the poetry submissions!" Helen says that "Amy left them in a box by her desk, so if anyone sees them " Joan quietly tells her mother she thought they were trash. Helen can't believe it. Joan: "They were in an old ratty box." Helen: "Okay. So we won't have poetry this year." Joan: "Okay." Helen: "It was the little creep's idea anyway. Just be cool, and I will cover for you." But naturally, Brian's right behind her, demanding, "You'll cover for her?" Helen turns around, too stunned to speak. Brian: "You would compromise the integrity of this publication by engaging in blatant favoritism and lying?" Oh, for I mostly see his side of things, but does he need to be such a tiresome little jackass about it? ["Also it's the poetry submissions. Girl did you a favor, and I say this as the former lit-mag editor. Cram it with walnuts, Brian." -- Sars] Helen says she was just talking to her daughter. Brian: "The one who can't even take out the garbage?" Somebody needs to tell this kid about honey and vinegar. Helen's had enough: "Hey! You watch your mouth, you arrogant little weasel!" With that, I'm reminded that we really haven't seen Mr. Price for a long time. Mind you, he's been all kinds of busy cheating on his wife and spreading a grotesque plague around Los Angeles.