Claire's riding in the shotgun seat of the Tedmobile. Only one of them is wearing a seatbelt, and I'll let you guess which one. Claire's got her head hanging halfway out the window, but not one strand of her hair is moving in the breeze. That's a neat trick. I bet it has something to do with conditioner, hot-oil treatments, and rear projection. She says she wants to just drive around randomly through this residential neighborhood, which is fine with Lawyer Ted. She reaches for the radio to change the station from whatever insipid crap is playing, and is surprised and amused to see that it's actually a mix CD. Ted admits that he loves Top 40. "It just sounds so good sometimes." Well, I suppose we can't blame Ted for feeling that way. Someone has to love it, or it wouldn't be Top 40. Then something else would be Top 40. Hey! That means Ted must die! But Claire just smiles at him and rides along in cheese for a moment. Then she confesses that all she can think of right now is all the stupid fights she had with Nate instead of "the good times, or whatever." Ted says that's not horrible: "I can't think of anything nice about my sister," he confesses. Claire insists that she likes Nate, but tells a story about when Nate refused to be interviewed by her for a school project. "It's not like it was some big traumatic thing." She starts crying again and apologizes. Ted tells her it's okay. She doesn't know why she keeps thinking about that time, though, and it really seems to bother her. Maybe she should try blaming David or something.