Amanda: When did I get boobies?
Later, at the party...
George: Yeah, right. OMG. I am so shocked. Wink wink nudge nudge.
Stephanie: The writers tell you I'm highly intelligent, while showing you I'm a moron. That's all they know what to do with me, because I'm a hot blonde.
Jim: Jim and Steph, this is Amanda. Amanda, this is Jim and Stephanie.
Jim and Stephanie: Hi person we've never met, and yet managed to invite to George's party. Our psychic daughter read his mind and got your name and address.
Amanda: So that's how I got here!
Katie: Give me something to do other than stand over in the corner with my phone, sexting strangers, please. I'm the brightest light in this show.
Audience: KATIE! You're the only reason we're still tuning in.
Katie: Thanks, you guys. And you're the only reason I'm not phoning it in at this point. This week, we've got to pretend that I'm not beautiful, so I can have a lame storyline about being a dateless nerd, who no one notices, except that nerdier little bit of jailbait, JJ.
Stephanie: Great idea, Katie! I'll have you tutor JJ, that's kind of like a social life, right? Be right back. I'm gonna ask the DJ to play Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher," so that the audience knows what's coming next.
George drives Amanda home.
Amanda: Can we skip the awkward talk about fooling around with co-workers and get to the fooling around with co-workers?
George: I would love to skip the awkward talk about fooling around with co-workers and get to the fooling around with co-workers, but on this show, we never divert from the formula. When you were Fred, you were a scientist, and therefore understood the importance of formulas. Now that you're Amanda....
Amanda macks on George.
George: Now, that I've kissed you twice and yet failed to do much more than hint at the possibility of a date, it's time for you to get out of the car. And even though I'm a great guy who is well aware how dangerous this town is, I'm not going to walk you across the street to your door, because I don't wanna get in the way of the bullet that's gotta pierce your booby.
Amanda: Yikes. Couldn't we just stay here?
George: Get out of the car, woman. It's booby blasting time.