In the gym, Vahue shoots hoops. I'll give him this -- he is doing a credible job of playing a professional basketball player. Physically, at least. Hill finds him, but Vahue tells him to leave him alone. He asks Hill if he's from the projects, and upon hearing an affirmative, bitches that he is too, and blathers that the one thing he's good at doesn't mean anything in there. He snits out. Okay, first of all, the thing you're good at, as we've already seen, in fact means of whole hell of a lot -- it brings you respect from inmates and hacks alike. And second, and more importantly, boo fucking hoo, you rich, impossibly blockheaded psycho. God. You'd think on a show about murderers, rapists, and people who are generally seen as the lowest of society's low, I wouldn't find so many characters likable. But the genius of this show is that I do. However, I hate Vahue -- proving, I suppose, that he's the opposite of genius. I don't suppose I needed a two-column proof to convince you of that one. Later, Vahue gets snitty about his work assignment. Put this in your pipe and smoke it: he has a scene with McManus, and I feel nothing for him. Of course, he could have slapped McManus, but he probably knew that trying to win me over was futile. It couldn't have hurt, though.
Class. A teacher lectures about George Washington Carver. I can no longer hear that name without thinking of the "maybe the dingo ate your baby" episode of Seinfeld, where Jerry and Elaine go to that really boring party on Long Island, and this guy is telling them about George Washington Carver, and how the peanut is a legume. That's right, folks, the name "George Washington Carver" causes me to giggle to myself, "The peanut is a legume!" I may have to pull a pop-culture dump on my brain at some point soon. The teacher notices that Vahue isn't listening, and when the class lets out, tells him he'd better start paying attention, or else. His threat is approximately 5,400 times more credible than any McManus has managed on the show thus far. Vahue leaves the class and asks Hill if he has any drugs. Upon hearing a negative, he asks, "Then what the fuck good are you?" This is one moment I hope made it into your little book, Hill.