In Jordan's garage, Angela arrives on Brian's bike. Jordan is dressed like a grease monkey and is working on his engine, thereby evoking the essential messiness of the sexual universe which Angela is so anxious about entering. Right? Angela says, "I'm sorry about Friday night. I just had this flu shot..." Jordan tells her to quit lyin'. But she's not, she did just have a flu shot. He didn't even give her a chance to get to the lie. "Tino told me. Rayanne Graff has been clean for, like, weeks. Since the night she almost OD'd? Right?" Angela admits this. Jordan is as close to stung as he probably ever gets. "I mean, you can think what you want about me. I never lied. I can't believe you. I let you drive my car." Angela says, "It's so hard to explain, because...it's not gonna sound right because...part of me really wants to..." Jordan cuts her off, "This is the whole reason I didn't want to start this!" Angela yells, "Why!? Because you knew you wouldn't get sex? You'd just be wasting your time?" Jordan says, "Because you don't get it. You're supposed to. It's accepted. It's what you're supposed to do. Unless you're, like, abnormal." This is exactly what a fragile teenage girl being dumped by her boyfriend needs to hear. So Angela turns around and walks away. Maybe she even realizes a little what a jackass Jordan is. He even looks a little bit like he realizes what a jackass he is. Also, though, she leaves behind Brian's bike, making her a jackass, too. It's all about the social food chain.

Commercial. I was very pleased, however, by Marcia Gay Harden's victory for Best Supporting Actress. She really deserved it. But Javier Bardem was, of course, robbed of Best Actor.

Chase Place. Angela sneaks into her parents' bedroom in search of the incriminating tape. She spots it, in the VCR, just as Graham pokes his head out of the bathroom, lips bedewed with toothpaste. She fumbles with the tape, drops it, and picks it up. Father and daughter both scream, in eerie unison: "AWKWARD PAUSE!!" But, to the enormous credit of this show, they don't bother with a scene full of stupid exposition we don't need ("Sharon lent me the tape, and it's her parents, I mean, and...") or bland parental recrimination followed by support ("You shouldn't lie to us, but we're always here to help..."). No, thank goodness. Instead, Angela just says, "I don't want to talk about it," and walks out of the room, which says it all.