Haley bounces up to Peyton and asks her if she sees anything she likes. Peyton giggle-replies, "I'm seeing everything I like, but I think I'm gonna bid on Jake." My thoughts exactly. Haley says, "You guys are really hitting it off, huh?" Peyton replies, "We're just friends, really." Pause. "What about you? Are you ready to fight off these rabid skanks for Nathan?" Haley replies, "Actually, I think I'm going to bid on Lucas." Really? "Yeah, I haven't had the chance to spend much time with him lately." She hip-butts Peyton and continues, "I get Nathan for free." They giggle. Like schoolgirls, which is good, because they are schoolgirls and not twenty-something Hollywood-types who want the exposure or anything. Anyway. Who's up next? There's a collective groan in the group as everyone checks their programs and moans, "Oh no! Tim." And right on cue, Dim bounds from behind the curtain, dancing almost as poorly and with about as much rhythm as the newly exited JPL from American Idol. He struts like a rooster. He shakes his ass in front of a poor girl's face. Young girls giggle. Whitey looks aghast as he tries to start the bidding at thirty dollars. Nothing. Tim grabs his foot and attempts the Will Smith Fresh Prince dance. "Do I hear twenty?" In the audience, a Booster Mom says to Deb, "That boy's going to pull something." He kneels at the front of the stage, clasps his hands together, straightens his arms, and pulsates. That boy is so off-beat I don't think he and the music are even in the same country. Whitey calls out for a ten spot. Deb checks her wallet. She says, "I suppose I have some chores around the house." She pulls out what she has in her wallet and says, "Eight dollars?" Whitey jumps on her faster than his team does on the ball: "Sold!" Dim looks up and gives the "right on, right on, right on" look to Deb. He's thinking, "Whoa, hot Booster Mom action." She's thinking, "Finally, someone to clean out my gutters." We all know where this bit of contrivance will lead, even if we hadn't seen the trailer fourteen times this week. Oh, and Dim exits the stage by doing the backwards moonwalk and flailing his arms like he's falling out of a building. Now, if that's not sexy, I don't know what is. Yawn. When did Dim become something other than our own little inside joke?