Ozzy. He tells us that drummers are weird fucking people. (Hi, pot, I'm the bloody kettle.) Ozzy thinks it takes a special, weird kind of person to want to spend their lives "beating on skins." As he calls a whole class of people weird, Ozzy babbles that he just used the wrong color on his drawing. It's a weird fucking comic-booky drawing. I'm glad he's doing art again. It gives me a special thrill. At least this isn't a scary clown. I hope someone burned that piece. Ozzy used pink by mistake. "Ozzy Osbourne using the color pink," he mutters.

Band Practice. Kelly and Sarah. Kelly wants her to stop smoking. Kelly starts talking abstractly about how she couldn't keep the beat. Sarah interrupts, totally clueless. "But was I playing it all right?" she asks. Kelly takes an hysterical long pause, and then says, "Yeah, it just needs to be a little quicker, and…" Kelly goes on that Sarah couldn't keep the beat and then goes, "It's not the drums, though. It's the guitar." Sarah dances proudly, repeating, "It's not the drums." Some Pete Townshend-looking dude, Kelly's handler, watches. Oh, poor Kelly. She's just like Jack. They're both so nice to their friends because they never know if the friends like them for them or not. It's kind of sad. It's going to be more kind of sad when Kelly has to fire Sarah because she fucking sucks at the drums.

House. Night. Living room. Ozzy calls Jack's hair "flamboyant." Jack informs Ozzy happily that Dill is coming to stay. "No he's not," says Ozzy, defeated. Everyone laughs as Jack says that "Dill's coming home!" Ozzy stares in disbelief as we mumble to commercials.

Band Practice. Sarah. Kelly's Handler watches, bummed. Someone tells Sarah that she fucked up again, and Sarah goes to take a smoke, mumbling sorry, that she's straining herself to the max. Gag me with a spoon!