Julia goes into Adam's apartment, where he is doing some spring cleaning, starting with his closet. Julia observes that Adam is in "a mood," so they start making out. Julia can't believe Adam didn't ask how her day was, since the world revolves around her. We like to call it the Salinger-centric worldview. I think that's the principle for which Galileo died, actually. Something like that. Adam points out that he knows how her day was because he spent it with her. Julia asks what the deal was in class, and that it was sweet that he defended her, but he might have gone a little too far. Adam says he thinks the professors need to be told off on a regular basis, and he's the man to do it. Well, not in so many words, but that's the gist of it. Then he accuses Julia of being "a drone" who is "taking their crap as gospel" just because the professors have tenure. And there's the little fact that most of them have doctoral degrees, or at the very least, a Master's degree in the subject, and that if it's as prestigious a program as they've made it out to be, have probably done their fair share of writing. Julia points out that they pay a lot of money so the professors can judge their writing. Adam asks if she really means that, which she does, and then he starts going through his clothes again.

Claudia dares to enter the basement, even though there is the perpetual fear that the door will swing shut and she will be locked down there with the others. Victor is down there (no, he really is) doing laundry. She gets all Nancy Drew on Victor, saying that he spends a lot of time in their house but that they really don't know anything about him. Please allow me a moment to write a letter to these people. Dear Salingers: If you are hiring someone to watch over your little brother pretty much all the time, it might be worthwhile to do a background check and possibly interview the person about his or her background as well. There are a lot of irresponsible and just plain sick people out there, and if you would get your head out of your collective ass for five minutes, you'd realize that your family does not have the best luck in the world. I can't believe you would hire a nanny without knowing where he grew up, his family background, and where he lived before he moved to San Francisco, as Claudia claims in this scene. Consider this a parting gift from me, your faithful recapper. Love, Kim. Anyway, Victor says there isn't much to tell. Due to the incident with Owen and the show and tell, Claudia thought maybe there was more to the story that Victor just didn't want to reveal in front of Owen. Victor says it's personal. Claudia says she won't push, even though that's exactly what she's doing, but if he wants to talk, she's around. Victor says again that it's personal and huffs off.