Episode Report Card Deborah: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Jew Of Arcadia
By Deborah | Season 2 | Episode 10 | Aired on 11.25.2004
Nighttime at the Girardi house. Joan's in her room writing in a notebook in very large, angry, letters. The page starts with the word "WHY." She mutters, "You can't give me anything. I did everything you wanted. Why can't you help me?" It's Joan's own little book of questions. She picks the notebook up and hurls it angrily at the wall in front of her. There's a knock on the window. I can't believe Grace still feels the need to shinny up the pipe, now that everyone knows about her and Luke. Joan opens the window and sits on a chair arm while Grace climbs onto the window ledge: "Are you talking to yourself, Girardi? They're not going to have to lock you up again, are they?" Joan: "Doors, Grace. Is that a corporate plot, too?" Hee. Grace hands her a pair of black high heels. Joan says they went so well with the dress: "Just because they don't have steel in the toe…" Grace says she doesn't need them: " And you don't have to help me with my hair, either. I'm calling it off." Joan: "What? Why? It's in two days." Grace: "Not anymore. See, you were right. I can say no." Grace disappears down the side of the house. Joan throws the window shut.
Joan's at work, trying to call Grace. She leaves a message telling Grace to call her: "I'm wearing out the redial." Shammy, who's apparently got precious little to do other than harangue Joan -- does Heidi not have a high-maintenance sister (or brother, hey) we could pair him off with? -- asks, "Bat Mitzvah girl still missing?" Frink: "Don't be helpful." Joan: "I just don't get it." Shammy: "She's better off. Religion is the opiate of the people." Says the owner of the bourgeois bookstore. Joan: "Oh, you're a Communist, now." A customer comes up to the cash desk to pay for a book, and Joan says, "Oh, no. No need to pay. What's mine is yours. Enjoy." Dude, I wanna shop at that store. How come that never happens to me? Shammy: "Excuse me while I go dock your pay." Some big bruiser in a leather coat, a sort of Tony Soprano type, comes in and says, "I just finished Wuthering Heights. And I hear that Sense and Sensibility can be a real tearjerker too. You got that one?" Joan: "You wanna read Sense and Sensibility?" He starts looking around the store as he replies, "A tough exterior can hide a tender heart, Joan." Aw. It's GodFella (tm OhTara). Joan bolts out from behind the counter and over to him: "Hey! Almighty One! I have been calling Grace nonstop! She won't talk to me!" He sympathizes: "Must make it hard to figure out what the problem is, huh?" Joan: "Yeah! You could help." GodFella chuckles to himself as he peruses the shelves: "Still after the answers." Joan crosses her arms: "Uh, yeah." He says, "What really broke my heart in Wuthering Heights is that Catherine destroyed her love for Heathcliff by hiding her feelings. That killed me." Joan wants to know how this pertains to Grace and her bat mitzvah. He finds Sense and Sensibility and pulls it off the shelf: "Pretty cover, huh?" He smiles, and walks away, telling Joan not to give up on her.