Episode Report Card Deborah: B | 1 USERS: A- YOU GRADE IT My Sister's Keeper
By Deborah | Season 1 | Episode 10 | Aired on 12.04.2003
Joan and Grace are at their lockers, and Joan gets up the nerve to ask Grace if her hair looks funny. Grace: "Your hair always looks funny." She laughs, and says, "Sometimes it just pops into my head, and I just laugh." She laughs some more. Come on, just kiss already. Joan looks down the hall, and notices Adam shuffling along, wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled up over his head. I'd say he looks like the Grim Reaper, but the Grim Reaper is usually depicted with a jollier expression than Adam has. Joan calls out to him, but when he hears her, he gives her a sad look and walks the opposite way. Luke's down the hall at his locker, watching all this go down. Joan sighs to Grace, "He's never going to forgive me." Grace says, "The dude has a photographic memory. Every time he thinks he's going to forgive you, the image of you smashing his artwork just pops into his head. Not that I've...discussed it with him." She hustles away. Joan looks down the hallway toward Luke, who's standing awkwardly near his locker, staring at her. She gives him a "What's your problem?" glare and stalks off.
Will's driving to the school. At a stop sign, he decides it's a good time to put his gun in his glove compartment. Unless this is absolutely the first time you have ever watched a television program or a movie, you know this is a bad idea that can only lead to something horrible. I don't know; I just don't believe too many cops would ever do this. While he's at the intersection, a 1989 Mercedes 420 SEL runs through without stopping, and Will gives chase, while calling dispatch so they can run the license plate. He relays, "Java Rocket Lucky, One Adam Nine." "Java Rocket" whuh? He's just making up his own phonetic alphabet? This guy is just all over the map, normal police protocol-wise. Though the use of "Adam" is...interesting. I do know the NATO phonetic alphabet -- come on, I've been married to Frink for over six years, I would have to know it by now -- but Frink enjoys pointing out that it should be "Juliet Romeo Lima One Alpha Nine." Within about three seconds it's determined that the car belongs to Judge Donald Baker. The dispatcher tells him, "Chief, if you decide to let him go, your secret's safe with me." Will reaffirms the zero tolerance policy.
Luke, with a fistful of flash cards and a big cup of coffee, is walking along with Friedman, who's also gulping coffee. Friedman brags, "I rule trig the way Britney rules Justin." Well, that ain't saying much. Luke says, "Silver's mine, unless that albino kid from Blakelock edges me out." Friedman assures Luke that that kid will take the gold in calculus. Luke says it all comes down to probability theorem. Friedman says there's no studying for that: "It's all about how fast you are on your feet. Hit the caffeine, that's my advice." Luke sees Grace talking to Adam up ahead. Actually, they seem to be having a mild disagreement. Friedman sees him looking and complains, "You are so fixating on that marge." Luke says he's not: "I'm fixating on Adam Rove." Friedman: "Natural next step, my gay friend." Oh, shut it, Friedman. Luke says he has to talk to Adam for Joan. Friedman: "Dude! You are TriMathloning. Splitting your focus is bad tactics. Plus, do you even speak -- bebop bebop -- spaceman language?" Because it can never be said enough: Shut it, Friedman.