The officer asks Bella if that's her car. She says that it's not, just "some rich Rawley snob's," but that she had just put a new transmission in it and was testing it out. She says she's on her way back to the station. She asks if she was doing something wrong. He smiles and says, "No, not you, Bella." Then he gets all stern and tells Will and Scout that they should be wearing their seatbelts and that he should write them a ticket for it. In a car travelling that fast, I'm wondering why they hadn't bothered to wear them myself. They nod and smile, but don't put on their seatbelts. The officer says goodbye to Bella, gives the slow double stink-eye to Will and Scout, and walks off. Bella smiles and says, "Thanks for handling that for me, guys." Scout gives the "ha ha, not" laugh. The officer drives away, which you never see when someone is pulled over, but it's important so that when Bella starts the car it can die. "You were feeling kinda sassy for a minute, there, weren't you?" Scout smiles. Will laughs, because suddenly his deadline is nothing. Bella tells them that they are "all out of gas." She calls them idiots. Will, thinking she must be an idiot, checks the gas meter. Scout, having similar thoughts, does the same. All smiles fade as we watch the car sit on the side of the road. The plucky acoustic guitar strums us into an ironic coma.
Terri and Verve grab the check at the same time and say, "I got it." Terri grabs it and says it's her treat, since it was her idea. "But I thought we were...I mean...you know..." Terri doesn't know and asks him what he's talking about. "You're the boy and I'm gonna be the girl so I'm supposed to let you pay for the check?" "Well, yeah." Terri puts down the check and says, "Okay. Look, Hamilton. I've never known how I was supposed to act, and I've never really thought about it. So just because now I'm wearing a dress, I have to start now?" Verve says that's not what he's saying. Terri interrupts. "No, no, no. Am I supposed to let you open my doors, and pull out my chairs and pay the check? " Verve goes into some monster eye-rolling. "And am I supposed to laugh at all your jokes, even the ones I think are lame? And you'll drive, and you'll lead the way, and you'll pick the topics of conversation? A lot of that seems really sweet and old-fashioned, but a lot of that seems arcane. And that's not who I am." "I don't think you know who you are," Verve squints. Terri chews on her tongue and blinks.