Out front, Mr. "--" Katimski calls Rayanne's name. Angela wishes Rayanne "luck" by telling her with a big smile that "acting is like lying, and who's a better liar than you?" But while Angela is a mere clerk in The Department Of Casually Observed Comments That Cut To The Bone, Rayanne is its minister: "You know when something matters to you, you do this hair-flick thing, and then your eyes get all wide?" Angela starts to look annoyed that Rayanne has her down so well. "And then you stand sort of --" Rayanne adopts Angela's cross-legged, cocked-head posture, and Angela smacks her and laughs, "Quit studying me and get out there!" Mr. K calls Rayanne's name again. Rayanne gives Angela a knowing look and walks out onto the stage. Rickie looks at Angela sympathetically before turning to watch Rayanne strut away.
Rayanne's bag hits the floor. Shot of Mr. K making a note. Cut back to Rayanne's furry-moon-booted feet; pan up to show that she's standing like Angela, her body language totally pretzelled up and turned inward, and pan up to her face, where she's tucking her hair behind her ear Angela-style as she delivers her lines. Cut again to Mr. K literally sitting up and taking notice of her.
Static. Now it's black-and-white video footage of the yearbook office, and we hear "Lion's" Sharon Cherski saying that she likes the layout. Then Sharon comes into the frame, going over photo sizes with Delia "Passion" Fisher while Brian "Boom Shaka" Krakow films them with his camcorder; Sharon tells Delia to leave out any photos of clubs that have fewer than five people in them. Delia says that none of the clubs has more than five people. "Chess Club has six," Brian pipes up. Sharon and Delia stare at him like he's moldy bread. "Sometimes," he adds. Heh. Brian tries to get Sharon to tell him what's the what with the video yearbook, and she tells him impatiently that "Foster didn't even want a year in video -- I had to basically beg," and Brian should just keep it simple -- get candid shots of people hanging out "where people hang out." Brian, who has let the viewfinder stray down to Sharon's chest, whips it back up to her face: "So, um, where do people hang out?" Sharon: "[Pursed lips of exasperation.]" Static.