Of course, Ms. Kryzanowski pairs up Angela and Jordan, and AVO marvels, "I couldn't believe that Jordan Catalano was actually trying to diagram my sentences. His sentences were really short." Angela deliberately tucks her hair, and then, attempting to be casual, swivels in her chair and fishes the two Grateful Dead tickets out of her backpack. Still casual, she starts fidgeting with them until Jordan glances up and notices that she's...well, there, but also playing with something. She says, "Tickets. For the Grateful Dead concert? Not that I like the Grateful Dead that much, but..." Jordan has no reaction at all -- none -- and AVO mopes, "You know how sometimes the last sentence you said, like, echoes in your brain, and it just keeps sounding stupider? And you have to say something else just to make it stop?" Yes. Angela blurts that she just remembered she still owes Jordan thirty dollars. He looks up, staring through her, and she reminds him, "For the ID? I don't have it on me, but I..." Jordan stirs: "Scalp your Dead tickets." She seizes on it: "Really?" Jordan doesn't say anything more, and Angela prompts him, "I don't know anyone who would buy them. Do you?"
Very, VERY scary neo-fish-eye close-up of Rayanne in the bathroom demanding, "You scalped our Dead tickets?" Dude, trust me: You're better off. Angela shushes her. Rickie offers to talk to "him" -- Jordan, I guess: "Maybe he hasn't sold them yet." Angela reminds Rayanne that they're always talking about finding ways to make money, and Rickie offers again, a little more anxiously, to talk to Jordan. Rayanne asks Angela, "Why are you talking about money? We had Grateful Dead tickets. People don't sell Grateful Dead tickets. People give people Grateful Dead tickets." Yeah, just like people give people crab lice. Whoops, did I say that out loud? Angela haltingly apologizes. Rayanne, betrayed: "Your dad gave those tickets to both of us. Including me!" The bell rings. Rayanne books. Angela moans, "Oh my god." Rickie somehow intuits that Rayanne "must really be upset" -- how preternaturally sensitive he is! -- and imploringly asks Angela, "Why'd you do it? I mean, to have a reason to talk to Jordan?" "Not completely," Angela hedges, and when Rickie presses her, she admits, "I don't know."