Suddenly Adam's there: "Hey, Jane." Joan's all stammery and Adam seems kind of breathless and nervous: "Uh, so, tomorrow night…" Joan: "Yeah, tomorrow night!" Judith just stands between them with various expressions of pleasure, wistfulness, and concern passing fluidly over her face. Joan and Adam finally kiss, quickly, and Joan takes off. Judith: "Dude!" Adam turns to her: "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Judith: "Oh, a night she'll never forget? Girls kinda go for that." Adam: "So why can't I breathe?" Friedman, who's wearing a brown velour shirt with beige and orange horizontal stripes that Topher Grace's stylist rejected for That 70's Show -- and an orange dickie -- zooms up, throws his arm around Adam's shoulder, and says, more to Judith than Adam, "'Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear. When little fears grow great, great love grows there.' It's Hamlet. Act 3, Scene 2." Adam shakes his head slightly and wanders off. Judith calls out after him, "Get flowers!" She and Friedman are left looking at each other. He wiggles his eyebrows at her slightly and she says, "Don't lurk, dude." She hustles off. He follows her, saying, "I'm almost done. Just two more pages." Judith stops: "You memorized the whole play?" He doesn't say anything, and in profile, it's hard to read his expression. She touches him on the arm and says gently, "It was just a goof, Friedman." She walks away. Friedman catches up with her: "When Alexander Fleming found penicillin on a moldy plate, he saved untold millions. There are no goofs. Soon I will bathe you in sweet poetry, and you will know the true Friedman. Soon." He backs away into a classroom. Judith looks concerned. Probably because they're using the word "goof" two different ways. Speaking of words, I got curious about the etymology of the word "juggle" (because I am just that sort of person, that's why) and looked it up: it's actually related to the Latin word for joke. Which is sort of amusing, considering how sad this episode is.