Outside My So-Called High, Angela is getting hungry for a Hunkburger, so she heads over to Jordan Catalano's cool car. It's red. Angela launches into the script she has no doubt been rehearsing in her head, the point of which is to trick Jordan into asking her to the dance: "So did you hear about that thing, that they're going to, like, exterminate fourth period lunch?" He hasn't. Because he never learned to read. Oh, wait, no, she said "heard." Never mind. "It's just something people are obsessing about. It's like sometimes people fill their minds with all these stupid things, you know? To keep themselves from thinking about what's really important." Jordan ponders this, because the great thing about stupid people is that they are easily wowed by pithy clichés. "Like this World Happiness Dance, I mean it's so stupid. I mean, what does that even mean, you know? Like if we dance the world is really gonna get happier? I mean, really, come on, I don't think so." Jordan says, "There's a dance?" Phase One is complete. Begin Phase Two. Angela says, "Yeah, there's like five hundred posters around school about it." Jordan pretends that this has slipped his mind, rather than escaped his notice because (here it is) he never learned to read. "I guess I kinda mean the idea of the dance is kinda false. I mean, I doubt I'm even going. I mean, I'm sure you're obviously not going. Right?" Phase Two complete. But Phase Three is shot down by Jordan's philosophy ("You have a philosophy?"), which is, "If I go somewhere, and someone I know is there, then cool, there's something natural about that. But once you start making plans, you start to have, like, obligations. And that basically blows. So my feeling is, whatever happens, happens." Angela says, "I have to say I really respect that." Uh, you do? He just told you that every decision he makes is designed to avoid responsibility of any kind. That doesn't command respect where I'm from, Chase. Oh, right, but he's got those eyes and that car. Anyway, he walks away, and starts to drive off, and Angela pretends she's the one who suddenly has to leave, although she might as well be chasing him down the street shouting after the Catalanomobile when she says, "Oh, I forgot my Geometry book in my locker, so..." Angela stands in the parking lot. And suddenly, it's the most self-conscious parking lot that she's ever -- oh, whatever.