The "Woo" boys are back in the television room, all sitting practically on top of each other and screaming. They clap and shout. Verve walks over them and takes the empty chair in the middle of the huddle. I guess they don't want to sit in the "fag chair." Verve is so happy that Will has to ask him what's going on. "You're freaking me out," he says to him. "I'm moving in!" Verve says, with a look to the heavens. Scout asks why Verve would give up "twenty-four-hour meals, maid service, privacy..." Verve interrupts to ask, "Does it look like my mom runs a vacuum?" Oh, man. That's some sexist shit right there. Verve has a damn DAD, after all. Who calls their mother "maid service"? Will asks who's going to move out. He hopes that it's Ryder. For some reason the other boys are all, "Yeah, that would rule," but they aren't looking in their direction. Verve says that he's going to move in with Terri. Cue the hesitant Steel Drums of Non-Gay Love. All of the boys look at each other, and look down at their penises. They do. Will asks if his parents have a problem with that. Verve asks what the problem is. Will tongues his gum and declares it "no big deal." Scout smiles and says it's cool. "Exactly." Verve gets too happy and has to leave the room. As he runs off, Scout yells, "Well, that's settled!" All of the boys start clapping and talking to each other, pulling money out of their pockets and handing it over to other boys. They are very happy about the happy gay couple. The happiest dorm in New England. Fade to black.
When's the last time there was a commercial? Oh, man. The credits. That's ridiculous.
If Coke is going to be the main sponsor and run promos every commercial break, shouldn't they run more than just the same two over and over?
Will is leaning against some boats as Nick Drake kills us softly with his (third) song. Will's working on the "sonnet." Yikes. "'There's a promise of tomorrow in your smile.' Okay, I'm making myself sick." He rips the page out. As Nick starts singing, Will looks over and sees Liv walking with a friend in slow motion. He goes back to his paper. "I am Earth. You are sky." You are the words. I am the tune. Gag me.
Bella is underneath another car, working on some important part. A boy walks up and asks how she's doing. "Your socks don't match," she tells him. Mismatched Socks rolls her out from under the car and lifts her giggling body. It's Sean. "Hi," she says. "Hello." She laughs.