He takes off as we hear Friedman intoning pretentiously, "'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'" There's Judith, saying, "Please don't," with Friedman hot on her heels. Friedman: "'Thou art more lovely and more temperate --'" Joan calls out to Luke at his locker: "Skipper! Your little buddy." Luke just glowers from his locker. Michael Welch has the glowering down, I'll tell you. That'll probably turn into smouldering once he's eighteen. Hurry up and turn eighteen, kid. Friedman: "'Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May --" Judith: "Forget it, Friedman." He's undeterred: "'And summer's lease hath all too short a date. / Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines --'" Judith: "I'm never, ever, ever going out with you!" He carries on with the sonnet: "'But thy eternal summer shall not fade / Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; / Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, / When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: / So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, / So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.'" On "this," he gestures to Judith's person. Judith glances at Joan, who gives her a sheepish look, and at Adam, who's fascinated with Friedman's display, and then turns to Friedman: "Memorize Hamlet, and it's a date." What? Has she taken complete leave of her senses? If you ever needed proof that Judith's a couplet short of a sonnet, there you have it. Picture me sitting on my couch, looking like this. Will we have to call her "The Judith"? Friedman, without missing a beat: "The part, or the whole play?" Judith: "The play." And it's Shakespeare's longest play, too. I get the impression Judith knows that, but who knows if Friedman does? Doesn't seem to matter. Friedman raises his fists and pulls them down again: "Yes!" He runs off, hooting in glee. Joan and Adam look at Judith, stunned.