Jack says he's so glad he can drive by himself whenever he wants: "It means you're fired, Amanda. Clear out your desk."
Jack can't believe that his Sideshow Bob hair doesn't fit in his license picture. It barely fits on my television screen, dude.
Jack tells Sharon that he only got minus four on his written test, and perfect on driving. Perfect on driving? No, he didn't. Everybody celebrates his passing his test. Jack drives and talks on the phone, pulling into traffic. Then there's the sound of a horn and tires screeching. Shot of Sharon listening. "Oh, my God..." Jack moans. Whatever. I'm so sick of the editing jokes.
Next week: Thank God. More Ozzy. I can't take these Jack shows. They're so fucking boring.