Props to LostinSpace.
Luke, Friedman, and Glynis are walking through the hall together; Luke's laying out a schedule for them to study for finals. I'll bet people who missed last week's episode are wondering just who the blonde chick in the miniskirt cut up to there is; between the clothes, makeup, contacts and body language, she's barely recognizable. If it weren't for the company we find her in, I'd probably have to remind myself that it's Glynis. Friedman, ever ready with a tactful remark: "This isn't going to be a problem 'cause you guys aren't squeezing the produce anymore, is it?" Luke: "Sharing data is entirely separate from matters of the heart." Glynis, flatly: "Of course." We shift focus to Joan and Adam; he's complaining that she didn't have to throw an eraser at him. She brushes chalk dust out of his hair as he coughs a bit, and she says she knows the history lesson was a bore, but he was snoring: "You know, like the Three Stooges, with the little 'whee' at the end." Aw. So he's not perfect after all. He mentions how tired he is, between finals and the hotel job he's had to take. They exposit that he had to take the job before school ended because they would have given it away otherwise, and it pays well.
Grace suddenly comes up in a lather, saying, "Dude, my English teacher wants us to be able to draw on everything we read this semester. Who remembers January? Did we even have one this year?" Dunno about her; the one I recall was about thirty-one days of cryogenically cold grey misery. Joan complains that she can't use a calculator on her math final: "Do they want us to ride horses to school, too? Maybe kill our own food?" Adam says he has to get to work. Joan offers to walk him there. Grace chases after them: "Hey, hey -- before the violins start playing: when are we going to study for chem?" Adam suggests a time, and Grace replies, "Okay, I'll move my math group to the morning, and write my Spanish paper during Hebrew class. That'll give me enough time to make my noose at lunch." She drops away just as they run into Helen, who wonders when she's going to see Adam's sketches for his final sculpture project. Adam says he's been running short of time. Helen reminds him she has to grade every phase of the project. Joan gives her mother some lip about being stressed out trying to study for things they won't retain anyway. Helen ignores her and extends an offer of extra help to Adam. He thanks her as she takes off; she stops and adds, "Adam, would you please ask your girlfriend not to be so snotty to the faculty?" Adam chuckles as Joan gives her mother a hostile look. Adam pulls Joan along with him.