At the homestead, Heather catapults herself through the door and her mom follows closely behind. They are fighting because Mom is giving Heather driving lessons, and is so tense that Heather can't concentrate. Heather yells at Mom, saying that she'll never learn to drive: "And it's ALL YOUR FAULT." A classic scene; it was classic the first time I saw it, and it is now.
In an office, Roger Bender is dictating a letter to another office-lady-type, about how irritating it is when ink comes off on your hands when you read the newspaper. Wow, I never noticed that! It is irritating! Now maybe they'll DO something! He folds the paper he's holding with his gloved hands and finishes dictating the letter. The office lady has the balls to ask, "You really want me to send this to the editor of The New York Times?" Bender glares until she skedaddles. Way to be a manager. Then the phone rings and he picks it up with his gloved hand. It's Lisa! She's having a crisis: Teaching Heather to drive is hard. "I don't know if it's a mother-daughter thing, or a Lisa-Heather thing, but it sure isn't a happening thing." You don't know if it's a mother-daughter thing? Really? Was Lisa born yesterday with a sixteen-year-old girl to raise? Roger offers to teach Heather and Lisa hangs up, cackles, and rubs her hands together. Just kidding, but she is relieved.
In the gilded gym, A.G. is wearing a sleep mask and a turtleneck (!) as Dr. M. is waxing about the new "inner ear" he's implanted in A.G.'s head. He'll hear "the footfalls of an ant...the sound of leaves falling...." Yeah yeah, we get it. When are they going to bust out with the espionage stuff? And when will A.G. get a bionic dog like the Bionic Woman had? So when Baldy (who no longer resembles Ahmet Zappa) drops a pin, A.G. is supposed to find it in the utterly silent cavern that is the gilded gym, but he can't because of "that music blasting away." Then he hears someone going off to work, then a dentist's office, then A.G. gets all excited ("Oh, yeah. Oh, YEAH!") because he hears a "couple on their honeymoon or somebody's watching a porno." As an aside, I was not allowed to make the word "porno" in a Boggle game once. The word allowed was "porn." Anyway, A.G. decides that it is in fact porn because of the "cheesy music playing." Then he starts bobbing his head and licking his lips in time with the music only he hears. I'm sure you can imagine the bad synthesizers and scratch guitars used in many porn movies; why don't you try? Good. As Baldy and Dr. M. watch A.G. get his audial groove on, they decide the new ear thing is in fact too sensitive. Good work!