Sometime soon after, Veronica's getting Squeaky Stereo as Keri and another blonde sandwich Veronica on the couch (not like that, it's BORING) and babble about how great the sorority is and their tanning bed and free cortisone shots and OH MY GOD SHUT UP. Speaking of, the singers are now torturing us with a Theta Beta version of "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," which I'm sure Veronica would agree is unintentionally appropriate. A redhead with a deep voice fortunately interrupts to offer more lemonade, and Veronica asks if this batch might have a little kick to it. I think she's forgotten all about the assignment at this point. The redhead says no, since it's against university policy and also illegal, but adds, "The farther you are from the singing, the less you'll crave intoxication." Hee. The redhaad beckons Veronica to follow her and, when she does, confides, "Last week they tried to change the lyrics to 'Macarena.' I almost impaled myself on the banister." She's getting some ideas from Heroes, I'd say. Seems like kind of a hardcore show to watch in the sorority house, but I could definitely see this girl enjoying having the TV room to herself. The redhead introduces herself as "Marjorie," and, in answer to Veronica's question about the deal with the purses, says that Veronica will find out soon enough. A thirty-ish woman appears with a plate of cookies and a declaration that all her girls are wonderful. When she's gone, Marjorie tells Veronica that "Karen" is their den mother: "She gets paid to say that." Not a whole lot, if her IMDb credits are any indication. Marjorie says that the sisters are lame, but that they're like family. Like Parker's family, then.