Cut to Meadow, spelling out "oblique" on a Scrabble board. Ha! Now that's a joke even a grammarian can love. Little Lord Fuckpants, however, thinks it's the Spanish "oblee-kay," until Meadow explains that it means "indirect. Not straightforward. Come on, you're in college." My dictionary lists several antonyms for oblique, one of which is "that last reference to Jackie's educational status." Fuckpants defends himself by claiming that he's "not an English major," and after slamming New Jersey for two straight weeks, I so know better than to touch that one. And Daniel thinks he's the one Sars wants to fire. David Chase will probably be having his conversation with the unemployment guy next week. Somehow I think it's a safe bet that the phrase "get out. Now" will be uttered in that one. Jackie takes his turn to spell out "ass" on the board, and then follows it up by adding, "As in, how about giving me some," which as a come-on is not so much oblique as it is, well, weak, so to speak. Meadow demurs, citing her own illness (and she does look a bit like death warmed over here). Jackie, playing the Mr. Sensitive role to the hilt, then suggests they do some "X." I've heard that's almost as good as chicken soup. Meadow doesn't want to mix and match medicines with her Nyquil, though, and once Little Lord Fuckpants realizes there's no fun to be had here, he bolts, claiming that Meadow needs to get her rest.