Johnny Broadway calls a halt and says, "Good. But I need passion, people. This is a love story. Danny is a zombie. Suzy offers her brain to Danny, so they can be zombies together forever." So it's a trenchant feminist commentary, with a Rocky Horror-esque edge? All righty. Suzy, by the way, is Elizabeth "Attention Whore" Goetzman. Oy. Johnny Broadway exhorts them, "Dial into the richness of it! Show me how undead you can be? Carlos!" Carlos is the pianist, apparently. He's wearing a brown t-shirt that says "Dreams Do Come True," which isn't as cheesy as it sounds, with what looks like line art of a yellow RV on it. ["I think you can get a similar shirt here." -- Sars] Joan interrupts, "Excuse me, Mr. Broadway " He replies cheerfully, "Miss Tardy. Yes?" She looks troubled: "You're just adding a chorus right now? Aren't the performances this weekend?" Johnny Broadway asks, "Who can fill her in on what we're doing here?" Elizabeth snots, "Oh, we're staying open to the creative process." Johnny Broadway echoes her immediately: "We're staying open to the creative process. Let's see how well these zombies can sing!" He tosses his sweater at the pianist, and says, "Carlito!" "Carlito" informs Johnny Broadway that it's Carl. Johnny Broadway just ignores him and starts counting for him to play, as the students sing along, "He'll be yours forever / If you let him eat your bra-a-a-a-in!" Joan and Friedman struggle to keep up.
Glynis, Luke, and Grace (wearing her tiger t-shirt) are working on a physics project together. Well, actually, Glynis and Luke are having a grand old time getting their geek on, and Grace is struggling to contain her feelings of exclusion and jealousy, to say nothing of her tendencies toward homicide. Glynis and Luke blither on about chaos and fractals, ignoring Grace, until she snaps, "Could we just speak English for a second here?" Luke: "Sorry, we were just -- " Grace: "I know." Glynis: "Feel free to jump in." It sounds like the empty offer it is. As Grace gets up to leave, she says, "I don't think so. Shouldn't have agreed to do a lab with you two, anyway. It'll just screw up my C average." Luke asks her to reconsider: "Friedman ditched us to be in the musical." Glynis pipes up: "Ditching. Seems to happen to me a lot." Oh, God. Get over it, already. Could you just actually move on, as you've claimed to have done? Or shut it? Either is good. Grace sneers, "Yeah, right. That's it. Later." Glynis: "No, please: you can recalculate the differential analysis of the six remaining fractals all by yourself." Grace: "I'd love to I just gotta go jab a railroad spike into my head." Luke: "Grace, you can't leave; we have to go over Civics." As she walks out the door, Grace sums it up for him quite nicely: "Power, corruption, revolution. Lather, rinse, repeat. I'm sure you two can handle it." Ha! Luke stares at the doorway as Glynis chirps, "Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke " The second he turns his head toward her she launches back into her geek blather.