JudithCam. She's taping, very herky-jerky, a large mural of the Arcadia eagle, spinning a tale of how it comes alive at night and devours the D students. She's cackling madly when suddenly the camera swings around to show us Friedman, standing there with a bouquet of flowers. Judith says, "No offense, Friedman, but the flowers make you look a little like…a guy who carries flowers." She starts to hustle past him, when he says, "They're for you." She stops and turns. She just looks at him with a mixture of hostility and confusion. He explains: "What Ophelia carried: daises are for faithfulness; fennel, flattery; and rosemary for remembrance." Me: "Okay, now I'm impressed." Frink: "Figures." He'll bring me flowers because he knows how I love them, but it pains the engineer in him to spend money on something that's already dead and is going to be thrown out in a few days and "serves no useful purpose." Judith expression softens -- at least the part coloured by hostility. She's still confused. I guess she can't believe he genuinely likes her. He hands them to her, saying, "Hamlet only appeared to be mad, you know?" He walks off slowly, past a group of kids sitting on the sidewalk practicing classical music while being taped by another amateur videographer. Judith still hasn't said a word, but she raises her camera and tapes him walking off.