Brian watches, too. He feels like an ass. Man, could his night get any worse? Please?

But then, just maybe, it gets the tiniest bit better. Angela comes back inside, and finds Brian. "This was all my fault," she says. BVO: "Her hair smelled incredible." Angela's still talking, though: "I mean, I ruined your night. I ruined Delia's night. I should have just stayed out of it." And she's not wrong. BVO: "It smelled like this orange grove we passed when I was eight, on the way to see my grandmother." Angela continues to basically babble, one might say: "And I can't explain why I even got involved. But I'm sorry." BVO: "But I guess that's just her shampoo. Or whatever." Brian says, "These things are so stupid." Angela agrees. And then something truly amazing happens. Angela Chase asks Brian Krakow if he wants to dance. And you know what? He says, "Not with you. Awkward pause. I mean -- I just -- I don't care about dancing. That much.." Angela says, "Me either."

They stand off to the side, together. But, you know, not together together. Suddenly, it's the worst converted gym that either of them have ever listened to light techno inside of. And as the floor fills with dancing couples, they just watch, because when you don't care about dancing, you're never, like, part of the dance.

It's kind of like wallpaper.

NEXT TIME: Angela makes the tough call between tonsil hockey with Jordan and Geometry Review. Let's just say Pythagoras gets no nookie. Also, Mr. Katimsky arrives, revealing that there was far more subtle prototype for Gayoda prior to Ethan with the eyebrows.