In the library at Shane's school, the faculty head of the debate club is giving a pep talk about how they've become known as a second-rate debate school, and have lost cred since the glory days when Joel Garrity, Leon Krantzberg, and Larry Chin were debating. The camera pans across the three celebrities' photos as the teacher names them, and then to a fourth frame, in which is a sheet printed, "WILL YOU BE HERE?" Oh my God, the pressure! Anyway, Shane's not paying attention to the teacher, instead watching Gretchen as she plays with her hair, and then pulls out a pen cap to pick gunk out of her braces. Which apparently Shane finds irresistible.
Isabelle shows up at Doug's office. She wants to find a way to keep her money away from her parents. Doug asks whether Celia knows she's there, and Isabelle says no, and that she doesn't want Doug to tell her. Doug: "Oh, I don't speak to that cun--" Isabelle stares at him a moment, and since there's no real way to cover that (other than "country and western-loving lady," and Arrested Development already used that line), Doug just rephrases: "Your mother and I rarely speak." He hasn't heard that Isabelle has any money. She tells him about Huskeroos. Doug is aware of the brand, and Isabelle tells him it's going to be a lot of cheddar. He explains that he can set up a trust for her, but that she'll have to involve at least one parent. Isabelle says that's bullshit, since it's her money, but when Doug asks which parent she wants to name, he hasn't even gotten the entire sentence out before Isabelle's answered, "My dad." Doug confirms again that Celia doesn't know she's there, and Isabelle says she doesn't. Doug smiles, and offers Isabelle a Crunch bar. Girl, no! If he's going to be getting a percentage of your money for this work, hold out for something from Cadbury!
Yeshiva party. There's boisterous circle dancing, and then the song ends, and Andy staggers out to a seat in the hall. Yael follows, singing the song they were just dancing to and flirting with her skirt. As she takes her hair down, she asks whether Andy's still okay with where they've ended up. Andy sighs that he's fine just being a friend, but then Yael put a foot up on Andy's seat, between his thighs, hikes up her skirt, and pulls a flask out of her stocking. Dude. HOT. She takes a lusty swig, and Andy leans forward, imploring her that he has to fuck her. Yael laughs merrily and says that, as she already told him, Andy has none of the qualities she looks for in a male lover. She flops down in the chair next to him as he tells her he can get those qualities: "I know a guy." Yael adds, though, that Andy has soft skin, and sad eyes: "Which are qualities I find attractive when I sleep with women." Andy decides that he can hang with this. Um, me too. Yael is, like, my #1 girl crush of 2006.