Keith gives Luke a pep talk in the shop. He compares Luke to Michael Jordan, only the comparison doesn't work because MJ scored sixteen points in his first pro game. And Luke couldn't find the net if it were fourteen feet wide and as big as Nathan's ego. They fiddle under the hood of a car. Luke: "What if I can't do it, Keith? What if I can't play at this level?" Keith insists that he can. Luke complains about the fact that he doesn't fit into their world and that he probably never will. See, he fixes the cars. They drive the cars. Therein lies the irony. Or not. Keith: "Even Jordan got cut from his high school varsity team, and he did okay." Keith closes the lid of Peyton's car: "What does your mom say about it?" Luke admits that he hasn't talked to her yet. Blah he should talk to her, blah she's going through it too, blah he's not the only one blah. The two of them look into the pigsty that is the backseat of Peyton's car. Keith: "It's the rule of life, the prettier the girl, the messier the car." He smiles, "It's a real turn-on, huh?" See, that's a normal father-son, sort of, conversation. Luke did all right with Keith as an uncle. Because who the hell would want Danzilla as a father? Luke sees a black portfolio in the back of the car. There's a letter inside asking the editors of Thud Magazine take a look at Peyton's comics. Luke looks through the artwork, but a caterwauling Peyton interrupts his reverie. "Those are my sketches," she screams. Luke stammers, "I wasn't looking." She yells, "This is personal. Look, I don't read your diary." Luke looks confused: "I don't have a diary." She bitches, "Dear Diary, my daddy doesn't love me, P.S., stay out of my stuff." Then she storms off in a huff of Ghost World-inspired anger. Only she's no Enid, and there's certainly no Steve Buscemi around to lighten things up a bit with talk of jazz and chicken. Luke smiles. He likes spicy women.
Dan comes home to find Nathan lifting weights. He says, "What's this about a fight?" Nathan tells him it was nothing. He asks, "Did you win?" Not "are you okay, son," not "what happened," just "did you win." Just when you think he can't be any more of an asshole. Then he starts lecturing Nathan about how a suspension or a bad reputation could ruin his prospects. This man's got a one-track mind. Nathan whines, "Dad, he's hitting on my girlfriend, what do you want me to do?" So that's how he's going to play it. Dan: "Your girlfriend? Nathan, if you're going to get into a fight, get into it over something important." No wonder Nathan treats Peyton so poorly; everything except basketball is disposable in the Scott household. Dan asks, "Did you get hurt?" Nathan says, "No. Did you?" Dan turns back around as Nathan continues, "He wasn't swinging at me, Dad; he was swinging at you." Um, no, I think he was pretty much swinging at you, Nathan, but whatever you have to tell yourself to get over the fact that it's Luke two and you zero.