Even without knowing the particulars of Lip, that's pretty accurate. Enough so that Lip pulls an abrupt Real Or Not Real on him to get control again: "The old Philosophical Professor Who's Gonna Set The Troubled Teen On The Right Track? It's a little trite, don't you think?" Hurst is taken aback, and admits that it doesn't work very often. "There's no shortage of brilliant kids just like yourself who are too stupid to get out of the hood." And how do "we," Lip asks, usually respond? "You tell me to fuck off." Lip obliges and Hurst takes off, with a fairly subtle recommendation that Lip at least go check out the robotics lab before he leaves... And to wear a condom.
It's been an hour and a half and Frank and Sheila are reduced to Go Fish. They should sic Ethel on her, or vice versa, considering last week she was this close to keeping Liam forever -- and because they're like the same lady. Sheila offers to fuck him instead, and Frank squeals that he can't take anything up his ass sober, but she promises to "make it all be about you." Frank resists -- maybe already knows what's going to happen? -- but she persists, hopping around and pulling him upstairs adorably.
Mickey Milkovich stops by the Kash & Grab, for once not interested in stealing, and the boys sneak into the back room for another quickie. The delight with which Ian navigates this relationship is so affecting and sweet that you can't help but wonder if Mickey will ever get there, or if he's just going to stay scary and eventually do something horrible. Or if that role will fall to Mandy. Or really, anybody involved in this: I can see even Linda getting pissed at her sister-wife for fucking her mortal enemy. How funny would that be?
Kev and Veronica feel "icky" about the way Ethel is cleaning their entire house, but Kev tries to explain how it makes Ethel happy, and accidentally mentions slavery, which puts a certain look in Veronica's eye that is terrible to behold. Ethel comes back in and offers to help Veronica with her chores now, explaining that sister-wives stick together, and they're like: "Back up. You're a fifth wife, at thirteen, who was married to a fellow named Clyde who is 65?" Veronica offers to beat Kev's ass for him, for dragging them into this, but again: Don't you kinda hope Clyde shows up, hat in hand like in Breakfast At Tiffany's, and then maybe gets himself murdered or something? I know I make fun of the show's self-consciously Showtimey "we're so edgy and novel" thing, but admittedly, at this point, I've fallen prey to the "anything can happen" part of all that.