School. Sharon is boring Rayanne with yet another chapter in The Kyle Khronicles, saying that she has to tell him and blah dee blah, and she doesn't want to be the kind of person that uses people, or she'll wind up like Rayanne, "no offense." "None taken," Rayanne shrugs, then yells down the hall to Kyle that "Cherski here's got somethin' to tell ya." "Shut up!" Sharon hisses, but it's too late -- here's Kyle, muddied stuffed bear in hand: "I found it hanging from a urinal." Heh. They need to talk, Sharon says, but Kyle talks right over her, saying that he rented a video and he thought they could watch it together; Sharon tries to break in, but Kyle describes the movie some more, and when it becomes evident that he's rented Thelma & Louise, Sharon vamps, "How 'bout seven-thirty?" "Fantastic," Kyle mouth-breathes. Whaaaaatever.

Chase kitchen. Graham and Patty slump at the kitchen table; Graham fiddles with the lazy Susan while Patty murmurs that she can't believe "how intense that was." Graham says that Mr. K seemed nice, and Patty hopes they can find Rickie; Graham points out that Rickie "knows where [they] are if he needs [them]." Patty says nothing, then checks her watch and silently rises from the table. Graham gets his balls together and says he needs to talk to her, it's weighing on him, he hasn't "been completely honest," and as he crosses behind her, Patty closes her eyes and says "oh god" to herself, thinking he's going to confess to boinking Hallie. "Oh god, just -- just say it. Just…say it," Patty says grimly. Graham stares at her for a moment uncomprehendingly. "I wanna open this restaurant," he says. Patty's eyes flip open. Graham babbles about missed opportunities, and Patty sighs deeply with relief, turns around, and tells him, "I will be…totally…supportive." He's thrilled. She's thrilled. Funny how it's not more thrilling for the viewer, then, eh? Graham asks what she thought he'd say. Never mind, she says, and kisses him. Strangely, the one thing I miss about not seeing the whole series play out is what would have happened to this marriage. Well, what's left of it.

Tutoring. Brian is babbling about how the girl whose number Jordan got for him "is, like, a junior," and he doesn't know if Jordan thinks Brian should still call her or what, and he can't get over how Jordan "just…got up and went over there." Jordan is reading, or trying to, and not really listening. Eventually, he tells Brian, "Maybe we better get down to work." Brian sits down, and Jordan says he thought they'd "start with the basics…I mean, even if it seems, like, too basic? Start with that. And then after, if you want…I can teach you how to get someone's phone number." Brian nods. Heh. I wish Jordan could teach me how to get someone's phone number. I suck at that stuff.