Rehab. Jackson saying that the key to quitting drugs is finding other ways to fill your time…like with trouncing McManus in basketball. Beecher then lends no help at all by saying that isn't enough. You have to hit rock bottom before you can "climb your way out." Thank you, 12-Step McGruff. We are sufficiently enlightened. Omar becomes a little squirrelly because he thinks Beech was "looking at [him]," to which Beecher responds that he was addressing the group. He was calling everybody losers…not just Omar. Omar: "What? You think you're better than me 'cause you quit and I can't?" Then he jumps up and tells Beech that all he did was switch from tits to licks, and that he can lick him if he wants. I don't think Beech wants to though. He starts getting all up in Beecher's face while Pete yells the requisite "Stop!" and Ryan pulls Omar back. Mayhem ensues as everyone begins fighting, kind of. I mean, they sort of slap at each other and yell insults, and there's a lot of people looking relieved that they're being held back. Kind of like a bar. The guards come in and break it all up. Beecher just looks like he gets jostled around and waves his arms a lot. He's such a wuss. Pete claps her hand to her face and rolls her eyes at the unruliness of it all.