Luke and Friedman emerge from a classroom. Friedman's sporting a shorter, sassier, curlier haircut. I think it's an improvement. Luke: "Look, okay, dude, I know that Superman eventually learned to control his powers, but I'm just saying that the first few times that he took a leak, I mean, he must have just blown apart the porcelain." Hee. Grace comes chugging down the hall calling, "Hey Astroboy! Wait up!" He turns and she tosses a leather jacket at him: "That's for you. Wear it." She walks away leaving Luke to look at it, puzzled. It's not the one they were looking at before, I don't think; it looks sort of broken-in. Friedman: "Dude, put it on." Luke: "I can't just decide to wear leather and do it." Friedman: "Right. You have to own it first. You gonna let it intimidate you? No, you tell it who's boss." Luke: "She gave me a gift." Friedman: "Right." Luke: "She's never done that before." Friedman: "Exactly. So you have no choice. It's all about attitude, anyway. That's the whole thing." I guess that's how you get up the nerve to wear a dickie. To high school. In the twenty-first century. Luke struggles into the jacket. Friedman: "Nice." Do I perhaps detect a slight note of something more than comradely admiration? I could be imagining that. Friedman adds, "Attitude and a little tailoring, maybe." Luke kind of yanks the coat around himself. His face is screwed up with skepticism: "I may need a little time." Friedman: "And time. Time will help."

Physics. Ms. Lischak is literally tap-dancing around the room. How much longer before she's actually lap-dancing in here? She proclaims, "The laws of physics are immutable, are they not, noble warriors?" as she does a soft-shoe around the room. "The answer?" She whacks her pointer thingy next to the head of some poor sod who's fallen asleep in class. She continues, "They are until they aren't! Copernicus said that the earth was not the centre of the universe. They nearly killed him!" She draws her pointer across her throat for dramatic emphasis. "Likewise, Newton said that white light contains all the colours of the spectrum. People jumped off buildings to avoid engaging in such a reality. Kierkegaard said that in order to build an [sic] hypothesis worth trusting, we must first tear down all existing thought, which can get pretty messy…" I notice Joan's still sitting in between Grace and Adam. I thought she and Grace would have switched places. Joan's playing with a slinky. Grace is watching Luke in front of her. He's wearing the leather jacket and…kind of grinding his ass around on his chair. Sorry, I can't really see a more delicate way to put it. What the hell is that about? Grace asks Joan, "Is he rocking? I think he's rocking." Rocking as in, "I want to rock and roll all night / And party every day," that kind of rocking? Or just moving around? ["I think the Rain Man kind of rocking is what she meant." -- Sars] Joan laughs about this and reflexively turns toward Adam to share the joke, but Adam just turns away and Joan sobers up.