Over at Harbor, Summer Harriet the Spies down the hall after Taylor Townsend. Her mission is interrupted when Taylor Townsend spins around and demands to know why Summer is stalking her. Nice job with the incognita there, Summer. "The Single White Female thing is so mid-'90s," Taylor Townsend says, as if that fuschia sweater/blouse combo she's sporting isn't, "and it never ends well for the ugly one." Hey, THANKS FOR THE SPOILER, T.T.! Now I'll never truly enjoy that movie if I ever do end up seeing it. Personally, I subscribe to the other theory about stalkers based on a movie from the '90s: The Hand That Rocks the Cradle. And there, the ugly one lives and the pretty one is impaled by a very sharp fence, so don't despair, Summer! Not that Summer isn't pretty. Everyone on this show is pretty. Just ask Chili. Summer says that Taylor Townsend hasn't even begun to see her crazy side. Taylor Townsend reminds Summer that she's "kinda close" with the Dean of Discipline, so Summer had better watch it with the vague threats. Of course, Summer can't let a beautiful opportunity like that just go by. She says she's noticed how close Dean Evil is with certain people, and that he might want to be more discreet in the future or he'll get in a lot of trouble. Taylor Townsend presses Summer for details, and Summer admits that she saw Dean Evil kissing...Miss Applebaum, the volleyball coach?! Yes, Summer, yes! Play those mental games! Awesome. Although, if Taylor Townsend really thought about it, she'd know that Summer's story was totally not true. I mean, the volleyball coach? Kissing a man? No. (Heterosexual female volleyball coaches, please ask the nearest not-weird homeschooler what my email address for your angry letters.) Unnerved, Taylor Townsend accuses Summer of lying. The bell rings; Summer wishes Taylor Townsend a "super day," and walks off. Sadly, her triumphant exit is ruined when she goes the wrong way to class and has to turn around and walk past Taylor Townsend again. Hee. Meanwhile, Taylor Townsend just stands there with her mouth hanging open. I guess you don't have to be worried about being late for class when you have a special hall pass in your vagina.