Stephanie: I don't like that kind of talk, JJ.
JJ: Fine. Meanwhile, Professor Litchfield (I'm totally thinking Bitchfield) is trying to get me to join some Academic Decathlon team or something. When he figures out that I'm still pursuing Natalie, he hints that he'll fix the scholarship contest in her favor if I'll join his team. It's tempting, but I don't know what to do. The next thing I know, Natalie is telling me that she's already won the scholarship. Bitchfield tells me that if I don't join his little team, he'll yank the scholarship away from her, instead. The dastardly fiend.
Professor Dick Bitchfield: Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Anthony Michael Hall: Meanwhile, I'm still ripping off ATMs and being as big of an asshole as I can possibly be. Little Ricky Schroeder didn't such an interesting role, so he should just put that in his silver spoon and snort it -- not that I do that anymore, or recommend it as a lifestyle choice for anyone else. In real life, I've been clean for decades.
Recapper: I know, and I'm so proud of you, sweetie, but get back to the story.
Anthony Michael Hall: So my kid's bitching at me to stop robbing. I throw him through windows and beat him unconscious and whatnot. And somewhere in there, Jim and I have a run-in. But it seems I'm stronger than -- or at least as strong as -- Jim.
Recapper: Right -- a dilemma Jim just faced last week, when Charlotte from Lost shape-shifted into his form.
Jim: I know. I'm just shaking my head at this point. Anyhow, when I tell George about it, he decides to teach me some fundamentals of the Sweet Science.
Stephanie: Hey, I'm the scientist in the family. Go back to your little etchings.
George: Oh, women. You're all the same. I wonder why I'm still single.
Stephanie: EXCUSE ME?
George: The Sweet Science is a nickname for boxing. Jim needs to learn to bob, weave, dance around and avoid getting punched by Mr. Minor. Since Minor's super-heroism has been brought on by the secret serum, eventually it'll wear off. Then Jim can overpower him. And, of course, I'm the natural candidate to teach Jim because I'm...
George: No! Because look how fit and athletic I am.
Stephanie: Oops. Sorry.
George: Nah. Just joshing. Of course it's because I'm black. You remember what show we're on, right? I also had to teach him to dance. Someday, I aspire to awaken in Jim a deep desire for fried chicken, watermelon, and macaroni and cheese.