Mary Louise, how you do impress. "Sorry you never got a chance to meet Silas and Shane. In retrospect, probably a mistake. But you started it. You think my marrying a Jew was bad, you should meet this little guy's father. Long story, didn't work out so well, won't bore you with the details." She thanks them for their new, silent, nonjudgmental attitude and says she'd visit more often if she weren't fleeing the country. She sweetly leaves a box of Anderson's Butterscotches on her father's grave, and can't quite look her mother square on, for her parting shot: "Mom, sorry. I didn't get a chance to stop by a liquor store."

Yeah, Nancy had an alliance with her dad against her mother. Color me shocked. Yeah, Nancy's mother was an abusive addict. Shocked again. Yeah, Nancy full-on murdered Judah's grandmother to get possession of the master bedroom. Unless you've had a truly terrible mother you probably think it's cartoonish and nasty, but let me tell you: This is the one interaction this episode got 100% correct. Nancy and Stevie say goodbye to the Prices and take off but are approached by some kind of douchebag beardy Klosterman with rumpled jacket and Ben Franklin hair that looks like he smells like mildew and sandwich shop. I don't know what the TV has against Radzinsky's natural hotness but inevitably they collude to make him look like a pisher just begging for a punch. Life's hard for the character actor specializing in nebbish.

Dude asks Nancypants for assistance locating the main office, or a map, because he's visiting his parents too. He stammers and acts all weird and finally admits that he, Ellis Tate, was a freshman when Nancy was a senior, and that he had a huge crush on her, she didn't even know he was alive, etc. She thinks about how this could possibly be of advantage to her, realizes that not only can it be of no use, but also it's a fucking problem because now he's seen her and recognized her and is obsessed with her, and I presume wants to punch him in the fucking face just for looking like he looks. I certainly do.

Nancy makes gentle fun of his stupid bald head and hates the entire situation, and he's painful and sweaty-palmed and self-aware and awful: "Do you want to get a coffee or something? Relive the old horrors and humiliations of high school?" Sounds great, Daria. Nancy has learned the value of honesty in these situations: "Well, that sounds like no fun." Word! Maybe it's just the self-obsessive anomie of the Cobain Generation that is so off-putting about this episode. Misanthropy has been masquerading as cleverness, unexamined, for a good long time now, it's become part of the noise. But if you hear it once and pay attention, you really can't go back to ignoring it again. Slacker bullshit is like Whoopi Goldberg's missing eyebrows in that way.