Episode Report Card Deborah: C- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT "Can You See Them / See Right Through Them"
By Deborah | Season 2 | Episode 14 | Aired on 01.27.2005
After the commercials, Joan's backstage at some TV studio, sitting at a mirror. A makeup artist comes over and tells her she did a wonderful thing. Joan: "And now I'm paying for it." The makeup artist says, "All the attention getting you down, Joan?" She gives Joan a big toothy smile. All I can say is, that should be one hell of a makeup job. Maybe God could teach me how to apply blush. As it is, I gave up in high school. Joan makes reference to God's omniscience, asking, "What do you think?" Makeup Artist God: "When someone shows the world what people are capable of, they become an inspiration." Joan says, "But now they expect me to be one. I was just on a latte run that went bad." Makeup Artist God: "Went well for [The Duff]." Joan: "Yeah. She's fine. She's alive. Why do I have to go through all of this now?" As Makeup Artist God fiddles with Joan's hair, Joan asks, "Can't I just go get you that latte, and Kevin can bring you Arcadia's largest croissant?" Makeup Artist God: "You set a lot in motion, Joan. You have to see this through." Joan: "She's alive. Isn't that enough?" In this particular case, seems like more than enough, if you ask me. Makeup Artist God: "You saved a life. Don't you want to get to know the life you saved?" What if she doesn't? Is that really such a problem? Makeup Artist God tells Joan to close her eyes. Joan complies, asking, "Are you going to let me see what it is I'm supposed to do? I mean, are you gonna show me how it's all gonna work out?" Makeup Artist God: "I'm gonna do your eyeliner."
Luke catches up to Grace in the hall at school: "I'm getting my driver's license, Grace, and there's nothing you can do or say to stop it. The missile has been armed, the launch codes have been keyed in, and that sucker's gonna fly. You hear me?" Grace is eating something, and through a mouthful of food she calmly says, "Fine." Luke sighs: "Look, I love the planet, Grace. But I also love the spirit of discovery that's brought us precision engineering and automotive excellence." Perhaps some of that precision engineering could be applied to less destructive automotive excellence. I'm just saying. Luke blathers on about the car being the cornerstone of economic advancement for the last century. Friedman comes bombing up behind them. Luke rambles on: "And I am not going to be the one to plunge our global economy into chaos and ruin." The Bush Administration is doing just fine with that without your help, anyway. Grace says, "Fine," and keeps on walking. Luke and Friedman stop and watch her as she hustles up the stairs, with a brief glance at Luke. She doesn't look all that pissed, but she's not happy either. Luke tells Friedman, "If she wants to break up over this, fine." Friedman slaps him on the shoulder: "That was manly, dude. I think I'm tingling a little." Ew.