Back at Pickerington High, Haley wanders around the hallway and passes by Peyton, who is still waiting for Brooke. Peyton asks her what she's still doing there. Haley quips, "I'm thinking of transferring. What's your excuse?" Peyton deadpans, "Brooke, she's been in there forever." Oh, wait, "deadpan" is the only delivery Peyton has, because she's wooden. Just then, Brooke appears, and she's totally high. She limps and stumbles toward Peyton with outstretched arms, and then falls onto her friend, saying, "This is my best friend in the whole world, don't you think she's pretty." Peyton asks Dr. College Boy, "What is this?" He mumbles something about Brooke finding some painkillers on the ground and then makes a hasty exit. Just as he goes, Brooke spins around and falls onto Haley, screaming, "Call me!"

Haley's got Brooke, and the two of them walk toward the car. Brooke says, "We should totally hang out more often. What is your name?" Haley. "I don't like that name, let's call you Brooke." Peyton opens the door, and Brooke falls into the backseat. Haley tries to bail, but Peyton asks, "Where's your ride?" Haley tells her she'll take the last bus back. Peyton says, "It just left." Brooke drunks up from the backseat, "That's perfect! Brooke, you can come with us!" Brooke begins to beg Peyton to let Haley, or "Brooke," come with them. Peyton says, "Just don't touch the stereo, or we'll have a problem." Brooke starts singing, "We're going on a road trip, we're going on a road trip!"

The Goon-mobile pulls up to a gas bar; as the car stops, Nathan says, "All right. This is my stop, thanks for the ride, fellows." One goon says, "This one's funny, Thing, let's kill him last." Nathan says, "Your name is Thing?" Thing says, "That's right, Thing." Heh. They're named Thing, Thing 1 and Thing 3. Thing pulls out a pistol, and Thing 3 says, "Take your clothes off, boys, we're going shopping."

The Small Business League dinner is in full swing at this point. It's an elegant affair, all fall colours, pretty table decorations, nice tablecloths. Karen wears her black dress, and Keith wears a nice grey suit. He holds her chair for her as she sits down, holding her hide-the-pregnancy shawl tightly to her midriff. Keith says, "Well, what do you know, we finally got the center aisle this year." He jokes, "The guy must have thought I said Dan Scott." Karen mocks, "No, Dan's table has one spot for Dan and five for his ego." Heh. Speak of the Dadzilla, because Dan and Deb approach the table. Dan says, "Well, well, well, isn't this cozy." Deb says warmly, "Hi Karen." Karen says hello just as warmly. Keith says, "Hi Deb, Dan." Then the four of them get busy looking completely and totally uncomfortable.