Schlock-a-palooza. Kids are all dressed up in goofy costumes for the occasion. Friedman and Luke walk up to the theatre; Luke's got a totally cheesy 1950s-era silver astronaut helmet on, and Friedman's wearing a latex mask that's vaguely creature-from-the-Black-Lagoon, which has some kind of wiglike affair of black gorilla fur attached to it. Friedman tells Luke, "It's done, dude. The whole thing. It's right up here -- every line. And she wants to hear it -- I saw it in her eyes." Luke's voice is slightly deadened by the helmet: "What if you're wrong? You know, you've wasted weeks memorizing Hamlet just so she can dismiss you because she has no real appreciation of what makes you unique, just superficial judgments about you wrapped up in pretentious, dogmatic beliefs." Geez, Luke. Why don't you just wear something that says "I am secretly dating Grace Polk and all I've got to show for it is this lousy T-shirt"? Friedman, who's pulled his monster mask down at a slightly jaunty angle, regards Luke: "Whoa. Intense." Hee! Luke having this discussion with the mask is hilarious. Frink's gone into a dry wheeze, here. Luke apologizes, saying he doesn't want Friedman to be "emotionally eviscerated." Friedman, sadly, removes the mask, and says, "You do not get it, señor. 'This very ecstasy of love leads the will to desperate undertakings.'" I wish he'd delivered that line in the monster mask. Luke considers this and then hands his helmet to Friedman, saying he has to go. Friedman's thrown for a moment, then quickly recovers, putting the helmet on and going into the theatre.