Meanwhile, up at Mr. K's desk, "I'm" Brian "And So's My Wife" Krakow himself comes up to Sharon and perkily asks how it's going and "how's Delia Fisher." Sharon shuts him down, informing him that he should stop asking about Delia: "You treated her like crap, and now she's way over you. She likes someone else now." When Brian conversationally asks who Delia likes, Sharon tells him, "That guy Angela hangs out with…Rickie Vasquez?" which prompts a doubtful "W-what?" from Brian.

Back at Angela's desk, where Jordan continues to go down in sad, splendid, oblivious flames. The Embryos got back together, apparently, and picked a new name: "We're, uh, Residue now." Angela continues trying to ignore him, but finally leans back in her chair to give him an irritated "what do you want from me?" look, then interrupts him mid-sentence to ask why he's telling her all this. "I don't know," Jordan shrugs, and reminds her that she's the one who signed him up for tutoring in the first place. Angela gives him a baleful "don't remind me" glare and seems about to respond nastily when Sharon comes back over to her desk. Sharon looks at Angela all "hi -- ready to go?" and then looks at Jordan all "fuck off, jerkwad." Hee. I love Sharon. Jordan, stung: "Aw, forget it." He stomps off as Sharon fumes that "he had the nerve to, like, talk to you? I cannot believe him!" Angela rubs her forehead, and Sharon sighs, "Oh, Chase-face, you're, like, shaking!" Brian comes over and stands silently next to Sharon. She shoots him an "oh, for God's sake, Krakow, not now" look. He walks silently away. I love Sharon some more. Angela confesses that she "had that dream again last night," which reminds Sharon of what she dreamed about, but before she tells us, Mr. K asks Angela if she'll sell thirty tickets to Our Town. She dissembles, and he blusters that it's "thirty measly tickets," and Angela gives in all "okay, okay," and Mr. K says, and I quote: "Ha-huh HA ha ha! Great." I can't replicate that little laugh in words, unfortunately. I really wish Jeff Perry would turn up on a primetime show, because he rules. And hey, trivia alert! He directed "Betrayal," which I never knew before today. This show, people. Still surprising me. Sigh.