Joan asks for suggestions; Grace doesn't want a piece of that. "I say the wrong thing, you two break up -- I wind up with Friedman as a friend." Shudder. Joan pleads, "Come on, Grace, you known Adam forever." Grace thinks, and offers, "He used to like slot cars and Smurfs, but I wouldn't go there." Smurfs? Slot cars, I can see. Iron Maiden, I can see. Smurfs? The aesthetic is just so rude. Luke asks Glynis, "Please don't run so close to me." Coach Keady yells at them to get down and do some more pushups. Glynis and Luke drop to the floor as she asks what happened: "Was it something I did?" Her form sucks, too. Luke, who does a pretty good pushup, replies, "You know as well as I do that there are some equations where no definitive solutions exist. You and I are such an equation." Her face contorted with the effort, she informs him, "You're a cold and heartless determinist." The teacher yells for them to get up, and Glynis scurries off, while Luke looks annoyed and runs backward to "catch up" with his sister and Grace. He tells them, "Glynis is too intense. I need to switch study groups." Grace: "I'm starting to understand women who live with cats." I'm gonna let Sars field that one. ["Let's just say Grace doesn't know much about cats and leave it at that, shall we?" -- Sars] Joan tells her brother she already sees enough of him. Grace, more pragmatic: "Will we get your lab notes?" Luke: "Of course." Grace: "He's in." Not like you couldn't have them anytime for the asking, Grace. Joan: "Okay, but we're not studying right now. Go!" She shoos Luke away. She asks Grace whether she thinks Adam would like a new backpack, since his is kind of ripped. Grace: "Yeah, he'd love that, Mom. What about new underwear? I'm sure those are ripped, too." They pass Adam, who asks, "Hey, why are you two speeding? I mean, 'last' is our thing." Joan says there's no reason, as she pulls ahead again. Grace speeds up to catch her.
Courtroom. Kevin's sitting at the end of one row of seats, next to some middle-aged guy with a notebook, who's sitting next to some woman spending a lot of time applying lip colour. The guy says to her, indicating Kevin, "The new guy." Kevin says, "I'm Kevin Girardi." Guy: "I'm Roger Franz of BBY-AM." The woman introduces herself as Erica Stevenson from WGF-TV. A guy at the end of the row, who we'll call Poor Man's Paul Rudd in Trendy Glasses (and we'll hope Gustave doesn't mind me taking too many liberties with his thing, there) says, "Henry Free Press." He's cute, if you overlook the somewhat smug demeanour. Roger says, "News'll roll in around lunch. We were thinking of ducking out to see the Ben Stiller movie this afternoon. Wanna come?" Kevin thinks not; he doesn't want to screw up his first day on the job. Erica says there's nothing to screw up. Get the docket, report some crimes and names, end of story. Roger: "Big case comes in, the satellite dishes will come out, and you'll be replaced by a first-stringer." Kevin: "I'd like to think there can be more to it than that." PMPRiTG: "Dude I'm from the Free Press and even I don't give a crap."