At some apartment, Beth comes out of the bathroom to show off her "slutty" mini-dress to a man lying naked in bed doing a crossword puzzle. For a writer, Jimmy certainly has well-developed pecs. Oh, that's right, this is Los Angeles. Excuse me while I fill myself up with Dr. Pepper and Twix bars. Mmm, breakfast. Beth simperingly asks Jimmy if he likes her dress. He does, of course, because he has eyes and is heterosexual. And he probably knows better than to ever criticize a girlfriend's clothing. Beth simpers that Grandma thought the dress was too skimpy, so she waited and went back later to buy it. What is she, fifteen? So is it the lack of backbone that causes that breathy, baby-girl voice that Beth has? She could blow out the candles of a birthday cake in the next room just by talking. Beth simpers that Grandma thinks that a writer is "out of her league," but she's going to date -- and screw -- whomever she chooses. Wow, what a rebel. What with the rest of us all stuck in arranged marriages. Jimmy wonders why Grandma thinks he's out of Beth's league. He asks if it's because he's not rich. Beth says it doesn't matter. He asks if it's because he's Jewish. Beth's all, "You're Jewish?" as if he had just told her he worked for the CIA. We cut away, so we don't know what Beth says next, but given the family's anti-Semitic background, I imagine it was something unbelievably crass like "But your nose looks normal-sized," or "But you're not a banker." Don't worry, there will be crass comments about Jews later.
At school, Lily and Henry are whispering to each other during Plot-Parallel Literature. And when I say "whispering," I mean actual whispering, not stage whispering. I can't even hear what they're saying over the teacher's lecture. From what I can gather, Lily tells Henry that Mom went through her stuff, and Henry suggests that turnabout is fair play.
Meanwhile, Catherine is back at the store to return some of the clothes she bought on her last trip. She looks around for the hunky security guard and draws his attention. She wanders around the store; the man starts following her. He starts to approach her, but once he gets within twenty feet, a clerk ruins the moment by coming up to give Catherine her receipt for store credit. She thanks the woman and leaves, turning to give the security guard one last lingering look. Bah. Quit dragging it out. If this were Queer as Folk, the guy would already be licking Brian's armpits. He looks more like Brian's type anyway, if you catch my meaning.