The steam room at the boys' gym. Emmett, looking at some other guy in the room: "How come I can't get my glutes to look like that?" Mike says that maybe he's not visualizing the muscle group properly. Emmett: "Oh, I'm visualizing it all right -- on my face." Brian sits down. What's up with the producers and steam rooms? Those chicks were always in the steam room on Sisters. And there were four of them, too. Hey...."Why me?" Brian asks. "Why not his mother?" 'Cause it's all about Brian, not whether Ted gets to stay a vegetable or not. I'd like to say that this changes, but it doesn't. Brian asks Emmett why Ted didn't pick him, instead. Emmett points out that he has trouble picking out what to wear in the morning: "Who in their [sic] right mind would give me power over life and death?" Mike says he couldn't do it, either. Brian claims that he doesn't even like Ted, which Mike simply pshaws. Well, Brian says, certainly not enough to decide whether he lives or dies. Emmett's sure there's a reason. Mike: "Maybe he's secretly in love with you." Irony! Foreshadowing! Whatever. Brian, as usual, gets the lamest line: "I love you, I'm comatose, kill me." Mike says that Ted could still wake up. None of them really believes that.
Justin and Daphne on Justin's bed. No, not like that, although this could be the beginning of some sort of parallel to Brian and Lindsay's relationship. How clever. Not. Justin's just related his sordid tale about Chris Hobbes in the Athletic Room. Daphne's skeptical: "But I thought you were in love with that Brian guy." I cannot tell you how cool it is that she isn't impressed by Brian. Justin, like he's grown: "Me and Chris -- that's not love, Daphne, that's fucking." Oh, puhleeze. Daphne giggles, "Oh, and I thought it was detention." Well, watching Justin is always a little bit like detention, Daphy. Trust me. Justin's mom enters; Daphne leaves. Mrs. Taylor -- finally, a last name! -- asks Justin if he's late for art club. Justin says he quit. His mom is all upset -- Justin loves art club. In his most bratty voice -- you know, the one with the snooty inflection -- he says he's just not interested any more. Since when? Why just last week -- Justin, with a sigh, rolls his eyes and tells her, "You don't know everything about me. A week is, like, a long time. Things can change in a week." Look who knows so much just because he got laid a couple of times. Mrs. Taylor: "Well, I came in to tell you I'm going to Niketown, but you're probably not interested in that, either." Justin looks at her shyly: is it too late to change his last answer? His mom smiles, and tells him he can even drive.