And Kobe passes to Shaq for the alley-op -- sorry. I switched over to something else for a sec. My bad. Carry on.
Amy drives Lauren to school. She's prattling about having her Daddy at Thanksgiving, and wonders if Michael and Amy are getting back together. They have the "If Mommy And Daddy Love Each Other, Why Don't They Live Together?" conversation for about two seconds, before Amy gets tired of her daughter having emotions and questions and suggests they play a game. It turns out to be a stupid game in which Amy asks Lauren all kinds of questions about what she would do should she find herself in a threatening situation. I guess Amy has never heard of "I Spy."
In the courtroom, the Frat's counsel is giving his summation; he talks for a long time, but what he basically says is that these boys are set to head off to college soon enough, and it would be shortsighted of Amy to deprive them of the four years of watered-down beer, roofies cocktails and Cliffs Notes which await them, simply because they happened to set a kitty cat aflame. Dude! Amy, probably thinking of the scores of freshman girls who are destined to convince themselves that they are in love with Fratty or Frattier, only to one day find themselves writing Fratty's papers for him, or making excuses for Frattier's romantic indiscretions (not that, you know, I know whereof I speak or anything), doesn't take the bait. She calls the boys "vicious butchers" and wonders if they're perhaps "two budding Jeffrey Dahmers." She sentences them to three weeks of psychological testing, before she feels ready to counsel them. She reminds the assembled masses that "two cats are not 'nothing.'" Well, it feels wrong to type this, but: Go, Amy!