Friedman and Luke are walking through the hall at school when Friedman suddenly spots Glynis sitting on the stairs ahead of them, absorbed in studying her index cards for the debate. Friedman puts his arm out to stop Luke short and call his attention to Glynis, and just says, "Go." God, Back off already. Luke rolls his eyes as he allows Friedman to push him along, saying, "I have doubts." Friedman: "And you think your doubts have any validity? You were certain about Grace. You were dead wrong. It's not your field, dude." Man, what is Friedman's deal? He's just not so altruistic that Luke's happiness is foremost in his mind. So I figure he's either looking for vicarious thrills, or trying to get Luke out of the way so he can try for Grace. As if Grace wouldn't be more likely to date John Ashcroft than Friedman. Either way, ew. Friedman gives Luke another push, saying, "Go."

Luke says to himself, "I'm engaging in an exploratory mission, that's all." He walks up to Glynis, who's wearing a pink turtleneck and a red pantsuit (with sleeves that are slightly puffed at the shoulder and are way too short) that I'm pretty sure Mary Tyler Moore wore circa 1974. He wishes her good luck on the debate. She stands up, and since she's on the steps, in addition to being tall already, she's about a head taller than Luke. Glynis: "Thanks! It's kind of awkward that I'm opposing Joan, but...." Why? It's not like you're going to be her sister-in-law, Missy, so don't get any ideas. Luke doesn't say anything, and Glynis asks if he's okay: "You're flushed and your breathing is rapid and shallow." Luke walks away a bit, and she comes down the stairs so that they're both on the same level. Luke just continues gazing at her, and Glynis says, "Oh." Luke: "You must -- you must be the best teacher at the Y...." Glynis natters on: "I feel it's important to have a complete grasp of the information in order to teach the kids." Luke: "Your breathing is also increasing. It has to do with restricted capillaries and increased blood flow. You know." She knows. We get a shot of their feet edging closer and closer by small increments as Glynis geeks out completely: "Uh, the hypothalamus gland processes external and intellectual stimuli which causes -- tells the body how to respond." Frink: "1001101000011010110011111001..." Luke: "Yeah, I read the Walen and Roth study...we seem to share a lot of the same interests." Glynis gets chirpy again: "Yes -- so you must know that if my heart rate continues to increase, I might get lightheaded, which wouldn't be good..." Luke: "No, not at all..." Glynis: "So I should go..." Luke: "Of course." They're about six inches apart now.