Grace is hustling through the hall alone. A few feet behind her, Friedman is telling Luke, "You gotta forget about Grace, dude." Luke: "I get these feelings. I know it's a biological reaction, glandular and...." Friedman says it's not biological, it's psychological: "You're always throwing yourself against the one gate that's locked. And why? Because you're afraid of going through the gate and enjoying the pleasures of the garden...." Shut it, Dr. Kinsey. I'll bet you haven't even been kissed. Try to become the master of your own johnson before you horn in on Luke's sex life. Luke insists he's not afraid of "going through the gate." Friedman asks, "Then why are you always walking past the one gate that's wide open? And don't tell me you don't know who I'm talking about!" Luke, somewhat unhappily: "Glynis?" Friedman: "She's wacky for you, dude." Luke pounds his forehead twice with his fist. Friedman says that when he took Glynis to the dance, she only talked about Luke: "Extremely annoying, but, uh...it's 'cause I was wearing cologne and everything." Yeah, whatever, stinky. Luke opens his locker and says he can't simply transfer his feelings from one person to another. Friedman: "Of course you can! It's built into our DNA. Did you see the look Glynis gave you in Chem today? That's a look you usually have to download." Snerk. I'm sure Friedman would know. Actually, that's a pretty good line. It's just annoying that it has to come from him. Luke slams his locker closed and says, "Okay. I appreciate the rather base concern, but I can take care of my own love life." Friedman nods: "Right...in the shower." He wanders off down the hall as Glynis comes toward them. She smiles and waves ambivalently at Luke, who waves politely back.