Joan's at her locker when Adam spots her and does this oddly frisky little jog up to her and says, "Hey, Jane." When she sees him, she smiles (a cool, almost fake smile) and says, "Hey! How's it going?" I can't really hear if Adam says anything, but after a moment, Joan slams her locker and demands, "How could you ask Iris to the concert without even telling me?" Adam: "The only two people I know in this stupid school are you and Grace...you don't want to go with me --" Joan: "I can't go!" Adam: "And Grace has political issues with White Stripes. What, you want me to go alone?" Joan says she doesn't: "It's just...why don't you ask Friedman? Or Luke?" Friedman? Friedman? Face it, Joan. You must be in love with him, or you wouldn't see Friedman as preferable to Iris. Adam: "So you don't want me to go on a date, unless it's with you, but if I ask you out on a date -- a real date -- you wouldn't go." Yeah, I'd say you've pretty much got it. Joan claims, "That is absolutely untrue." Adam: "Which part?" Joan shrugs: "Of course I...want you to go on...dates...I mean, why wouldn't I?" Adam: "I don't know." Because you're her lobster? She'd better realize it soon, though. He starts walking away. Joan runs after him to say, "It's just this Iris...we don't know anything about her!" Adam says, "She lives alone with her mom, she's an amazing painter, and she likes these, uh, weird French movies that were made, like, fifty years ago." Oh, so what? La-di-freaking-da. Joan's with me: "Yeah, yeah, but she could be a total psycho. I mean, she wears mangled hangers as jewellery!" Adam is confused, as usual: "Why are you doing this? I like her, Jane...a lot." He walks away. Joan stands there, absorbing how badly she handled that.