After the commercials, Joan comes into the kitchen where Kevin's writing something, declaring, "I want sugar and I want it now!" She asks Kevin, "The latest exposé? Did someone double-park?" He says he's making notes for the deposition. Joan's surprised to hear he's preparing: "I thought we just show up and say yes or no." She brings a Pop-Tart and some chocolate syrup to the table. Kevin says, "That's your job. My testimony's going to count for a lot." Joan: "Well, that's good, because I'm the dumb one." Kevin does a half-hearted Spicoli imitation: "Fast Times at Arcadia High." Joan thinks, and says, "Guess I'm still just dealing with Judith." Kevin nods. She tells him she failed her physics test: "Failed. I've had Ds before, but…once you see that F, it's like a whole other part of the alphabet." Kevin wonders why she's even taking physics. Joan: "'Cause I'm into quarks and stuff." Yeah, Kevin's buying that. She says it's because of Adam. Wait -- I thought he was taking physics because of her? Joan: "He's such a brainiac. I feel like I'm supposed to be one, too, because he deserves a girlfriend who's as smart as he is." Geez, Joan, he's got an eidetic memory. It's hardly a level playing field. Kevin gives her a concerned look, and Joan wonders, "Are we actually talking about stuff? It's not even eight o'clock yet." Kevin dispenses some brotherly advice: "You can't do things to impress other people." Joan sneers, "Yeah, because nothing in our society encourages that." Luke comes zipping down the stairs into the kitchen playing air guitar and making guitar sounds. I can't say as I recognize the riff. Joan: "No singing!" Luke laughs: "Sorry, but sometimes life is good." Joan: "Not in here, it isn't." Luke: "Is this about your F?" Joan snipes, "Is this about the Playboy magazines in your underwear drawer?" Direct hit. Luke shuts up immediately. Without looking up from his notes, Kevin gives Luke a big thumbs-up for that. Okay, first, even if you're looking for dirt on your brother…his underwear drawer? Yecchh. Second: we know Helen's a control freak who doesn't require/allow her children to do laundry. So…would you really keep porn magazines in the place your mommy puts your Underoos?