Heath boogies into Ron's room for an update on his amassing fortune. Instead, he sees Ron slumped dejectedly in front of the computer, rubbing his eyes and looking rich in shame. "Steven's dead," he sobs. Heath is stunned. "What...Steven died?" sputters Heath. Ron sniffles and looks up. "Well, no, but we lost all of our money," he confesses, then dissolves into an exaggerated crying jag. Oooh, I'm docking this episode some points for using a tired old construct right there. Heath is irate, yelling that Ron promised him fast cash. How stupid do you have to be to believe that promise? Stock-market volatility is hardly uncommon knowledge. Ron weeps that the stock just keeps falling, and reveals that some religious zealots are protesting the company because they think the "dish guts" concept violates natural law. "God wants people to have stomachs!" Ron insists wildly. "Why can't they see that?"
Steven, strolling across the quad with his ladies, invites Lizzie and Rachel to a movie that night at the campus center. "They're showing The Wizard of Oz set to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon," he says. "It's gonna be awesome!" Rachel regretfully says she can't go because she has to write a paper. A beat passes, and they all snort loudly and double over with mirth. A perfect take. We then get a Frisbee montage, full of cheesy shots of them celebrating their freedom from homework. They tumble, they catch, they mug for the camera. This might be a Target commercial, actually.