Random garage on the outskirts of town. Isabel watches Kyle take the protective sackcloth off what appears to be some kind of sports car. Where are we, and what's going on? Kyle tells Isabel that the car belongs to his boss, Toby. Toby? Who? Wha? Where do these people keep coming from? Is Toby also Jane Covendall's boss? Kyle is also in mysterious possession of the keys, and Isabel thoughtfully changes the color of the car from black to (gack) yellow to avoid detection in this "chick magnet." Kyle notes that "yellow wasn't my first choice, but that's cool." I hope she remembered to wave out those candles.

The Kit Shickers kit their shick (or would that be "shick their kit"?) all over the Crashdown dining room, as the octogenarian crowd grooves all, "This music is so good I could pee myself -- and now have." Mysterious Jane tells Liz that the band is awfully good, but that "you wish you were someplace else." Liz tries to assure her that that's not the case, but Mysterious Jane chides, "Don't shick a shicker." And then, quite intrusively, Mysterious Jane looks deeper, asking, "Boy trouble?" Liz confirms that her parents "don't really approve" of her boyfriend, and Mysterious Jane takes the same conversational approach Liz so often does, making it All About Her in responding, "I'm having the same problem." She points to a grizzled old couple sitting at a nearby table, and we learn that they are her parents, and that they still won't leave her and Frank be. Which one, Liz wants to know, is Frank. But we learn that he's not there. So who, then, is Frank, and why are we supposed to identify with him? He could be fourteen. Or a goat. Or a cardboard cutout of Greg Kinnear. So I don't really side with ol' Jane and Frank either, despite the fact that we're supposed to think that this is one classy broad who's gruff on the outside but teaches us a valuable lesson about loving old people who smell vaguely like cheese. Whatever. I refuse to be learned. And then, we line dance.