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.
Having gotten little rise out of Will, Helen's now managed to buttonhole Father Ken over coffee to rant about Kevin and Lily. She says it's not just about Kevin moving out and she's not just being an overprotective mother: "There are issues. Kevin has special needs." She adds a swipe at Lily: "And not just the special needs she's thinking about." Completely apart from being so shrewish in general, I wonder if it's ever crossed her mind that it might not be very comfortable for Father Ken to be put in the position of having to discuss the sex life of a former nun and current colleague (of sorts)? Probably not. That would really interfere with her program of self-absorption. Father Ken suggests she should be discussing this with Will. Helen: "I tried, I really did, but he's a man." Father Ken looks like he rues the day he decided to take his kettle to that DMV parking lot. She quickly adds, "And you're a man, too, but a different kind of man." The kind with no feelings whatsoever? Yeah, I hear you up there in the peanut gallery, yelling, "What other kind is there?" Settle down. Father Ken tries to let this all roll off his back the way they taught him in the seminary. Helen whines some more: "She's a nun!" Oh my God, Helen, get over it! Man. I don't know if I've ever wanted to smack her more. I don't know if I've even ever wanted to smack her. Father Ken patiently corrects her: "Ex-nun." Note to writers: You have officially squeezed all that you can out of the nun/ex-nun thing. Let. It. Go. I beg you. Helen continues whining: "And she's older than he is!" Uh, wake up and smell the handicappuccino, lady: the boy likes older women. It's not a crime. And Luke's dating a girl who's older than he is, but I don't see you getting your panties in a Gordian knot over that. You remember Luke, your other son? The youngest one? Yeah.