Haley walks quickly through the house. Nathan sees her and asks, "Are you leaving?" Haley whisper-snits, "Nathan. We had a deal, you said you were going to be nice." Blah he's being nice, blah invited him, blah stinking party, blah he's a hero blah. Tim hovers in the background. He needs to feel the heat of Nathan from wherever he is or else he won't survive. Haley: "What did you say anyway?" Nathan makes it out like he was joking, that riding someone like he just did to Lucas is just a necessary part of the team's camaraderie. Blah lame joke, blah trying to include him blah. Haley: "Maybe you need to rethink your approach." Is Haley really this dumb? Can she not see through Nathan if she's so damn smart? Hell, even Peyton sees through him and she's a wooden post. He asks her how he should handle the situation. Haley seems to believe he's on the level: "It's easy." She whispers, "Stop being such a jerk." Actually, Haley's naiveté is kind of refreshing; not every teenager on the WB needs to be so damn worldly and irritatingly precocious. Haley moves further through the party.

Lucas heads outside to the porch where Peyton sits, looking rather drunk, on a swinging bench. She slurs, "He really slammed you." She's still hugging the beer cup. Luke says, "I don't care what he thinks." Then he broods off the edge of the porch, just to try to make us think he's actually telling the truth. The ocean sounds quite lovely in the background. Peyton mumbles, "Well, neither do I." Luke turns around to face her: "Oh, yeah. Then why are you drinking?" She looks at him and takes another sip of beer. Nathan watches from inside the house as Luke bends down in front of Peyton. He turns around, plotting his next crucial step, but Tim interrupts his evil planning. "Nathan," he asks, "how come your parents don't have any decent porn?" No, this isn't a rhetorical question. I'm guessing that good porn is a staple of the Smith household. Whatever. I've never known any parents to have porn just lying around in the cupboard under the television in the living room. Anyway, Nathan's got a better idea, and he pulls out an old videotape. Tim drawls, "Whut is it?" Nathan smirks, "It's a comedy." On goes the TV, and in goes the tape.