I don't know what day it is now or why Justin's not at the damn comic-book store like he just said he would be, but now he's at the art exhibit with Daphne, who tells him that his stuff is the best in the room. Justin tells Daphne that she doesn't know shit about art. Way to take a compliment, dude. They stand awkwardly so that we can see Ethan standing in a "You can't tell it's me!" corner. He interrupts them and says that Justin's stuff is the best. He makes Justin admit that he's good at drawing. Daphne comments that it's the guy from the street, and Justin pretends he doesn't know that. She teases him and walks away, back to the faraway land she lives in. Why can't Justin tell his best friend what the fuck is going on in his life? I hate Justin. I never did before, but I really hate him now. Ethan asks who Daphne is. "Just a friend from high school," Justin says. Oh, "just"? Fuck off. Ethan asks how much Justin wants for one of the paintings. Justin asks for $3 million dollars, Mr. Bigglesworth, since he's so brilliant. Ethan says he should have asked for five. Justin tells him he can have it (dot, dot, dot) for a song. Aw, I'm gonna puke. Ethan almost cries and says, "You drive a hard bargain." He invites Justin over later "to collect." Ethan walks away, and Justin stands still, sighing.