Haley plays mini-golf on the roof of Karen's Café. Luke walks dejectedly towards her as she manages to put the ball into a cow, which causes an alarm to go off. She says, "Any side effects?" From what? "Your amnesia." Blah he must be suffering from memory loss, blah or else he would have told her about the fight blah. Haley: "Are you okay, Luke?" Yes, he's fine, physically, but mentally, well, that's a whole other matter. He says, "Did you ever wake up from a really bad dream and try to get back to sleep?" He grabs a golf club. "Or you've got the flu and you promise yourself you could appreciate normal so much better if you could just get back to it?" Haley smiles. "That's the way I feel. I just want things to go back to the way they were." She says, "With basketball?" He replies, "With everything."
Peyton and Brooke are hanging out after school. Brooke's makeup is perfect, and she's wearing an off-the-shoulder sweater. She flips through a magazine. "You know, it's really too bad that Lucas is poor and he can't play, because he is fine." No truer words have ever been spoken. Poor Peyton; Rory gets Lane, and she gets this for a best friend? Brooke continues her downward spiral: "Yeah, it's a really good thing you and Nathan are fighting." Peyton: "It is?" Brooke: "Every time you do, I get to hear new music." She holds up a stack of CDs. Finally, someone to appreciate the more artistic side of Peyton. She's so robbed of understanding. They two girls giggle. Brooke asks, "Hey, did you buy the new Beyoncé?" Peyton snots, "No." Brooke continues, "You know, Peyton, I know you're all Gwen Stefani, plaid skirt, I'm a bad-ass, but we love you anyway, and you know why? Because Friday night and it is game time, there you are, one of us!" Peyton half-smiles, "P.S., Gwen Stefani's not a bad-ass." Brooke rolls her eyes. Peyton asks, "Do you ever look past it, Brooke?" Past what? "All if it, high school, basketball, and just the whole popularity drama." Oh jeepers, Hilarie's so flat when she delivers her lines that I feel like I'm watching a pancake. Brooke: "Yeah, I think about the future sometimes and it scares me, but then I think I'll go to college, I'll join the right sorority, I'll marry a rich guy -- unless I get fat." Heh. I'm fully ready to call out an "amen" to Brooke. Heh.