In the kitchen, Luke takes some bacon out of the microwave and says, "I still say what you gain in the convenience factor is lost in the crispiness factor." Joan, evaluating oranges, says, "You realize no one's listening to you?" Luke: "No one ever listens to me...and yet, I talk." Snerk. Joan: "Whatever, Shakespeare. Listen, we need to make a plan." Luke: "I have a plan: tolerate high school. Get into MIT." Joan says they need a plan for the weekend, when their parents are away: "What do kids do when the parentals go away?" Luke: "Stay up late, play video games, leave dishes in the sink...don't worry, I'm all over this." Joan wants him to be more ambitious. I guess all his ambition has been sucked MIT-ward. She tells him she's thinking about a party. Luke: "A party? Like with kids our age?" Joan: "No, like with a bouncy castle. Yes, Dog Boy, a party, with actual people of the opposite sex, like..." She whispers: "Grace Polk." "Bouncy castle"? What? ["You know, like a Jupiter Jump or a Moon Bounce, like we used to go on at the fair when we were kids. I think they still have them at raves. Well, if 'they' still have raves in the first place. Okay, I'll shut up now." -- Sars] Luke replies, "I admit I'm intrigued, but...who'd come?" Joan: "I don't know. Don't these things just kind of happen? All I need you to do is take care of the music." Luke asks if their parents approved this. Joan says nothing. Luke: "Of course not; it's clandestine. Well, what about Kevin? Isn't he supposed to be in charge?" Joan says that on Saturday nights Kevin plays basketball and then goes out afterward with his teammates. That got established quickly. She says they'll kick everyone out before midnight, when Kevin gets home. Yeah, that'll happen. Luke asks about refreshments. Joan: "Huge bag of chips. Beverages, I need to think about." Kevin wheels in and says, "Hey! Do I detect bacon?" Luke says, "Uh, yeah, sure...it's yours." Kevin studies his siblings' faces and asks, "What's up?" Joan: "Nothing." Luke claims they were discussing chemistry. Kevin: "Forget it." Joan: "What?" Kevin says they're not having a party. Joan laughs a really fake laugh and says that's a good one. Kevin: "You think I haven't been your age?" Joan: "Kevin, look at us. Rocket Boy and the subdefective. Like we even have anyone to invite." Kevin nods and says, "That's true. I'm reassured." Kevin wheels off, and Luke says, "Well, hey, it's not that unthinkable." Joan puts her hand over his mouth.