On the porch, Angela takes a moment to collect herself, which she does by staring off into space.
After the break, she's still staring into space, until she notices Brian Krakow riding his bike around. For some reason, she seizes this as the ideal opportunity to duck behind a shrub and strip off her plaid buttondown, and the t-shirt beneath, revealing a skin-tight black strappy sequined camisole, plainly borrowed from Rayanne. Brian calls Angela's name, and she tells him to get lost. He picks up her plaid shirt. She emerges from behind the bush, wearing a tight miniskirt and a really fugly wide leather belt, festooned with an insane number of rivets, and grabs her shirt from out of his hands. He tells her, "You're breaking, like, fourteen different laws. You looked better before." (Which she did.) She snots, "Like I'm devastated," and he replies, "Like I am," instead of, "Like I am." She starts walking down the sidewalk, and, as she stops to put on make-up right in front of her own house in her slutwear, he rides his bike in circles in the street and taunts her: "Oh, look at me. I'm way cool. I'm off with my way-cool friends to sniff floor wax. That's right, cover that zit." "Want me to do yours?" she offers. "Oh, that hurt. Who are you waiting for, Catalano? You know, maybe you're not going anywhere. I mean, maybe you're just a --" "I'm going to Let's Bolt," she says. "An exhibitionist," Brian concludes, and then snorts, "Like they're really going to let you into Let's Bolt." She turns around, apparently to see if her ride's come, and when she turns back, Brian's stopped his bike directly in her path. "Oh, QUIT IT!" she shrieks, and he yells, "You're not stupid! Don't act like it! It's a stupid act!" A car pulls up, which allows Angela the last word: "Everybody's an act. Including you." She gets into the car, and Brian impotently tells her, "So have a really amazing night, okay? I'm going to throw up now! Have a wonderful time!"