Episode Report Card Deborah: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT A Show Of Hands
By Deborah | Season 2 | Episode 12 | Aired on 01.06.2005
Beth and Kevin are taking a walk…and, uh, a wheel, I guess…and Kevin's commenting on how much better it is to be out in the cold than in her warm and cozy room or a coffee house. She lectures him on the importance of sunlight, vitamins, dopamine, et cetera. Kevin: "Yeah, but you know what else helps? Making out to Al Green records, so…" She says she's been studying all day and needed some air. Kevin says it's fine: "I'm only freezing from the waist up." Beth thinks for a moment and decides to ask: "So, uh…what does it feel like? I mean, do you get used to it?" He gestures for her to sit on his lap. She does, and he spins the chair around a bit as he says, "Uh…it feels like…you're carrying a drunk, passed-out friend around. You keep thinking he's gonna wake up, and uh…you know, you get used to it." He pops a small wheelie and Beth gasps slightly and laughs. Beth: "So…what's the rest of it like? I mean…assuming that you have…since." Kevin clears his throat: "Yeah, I have, since. Uh…it's fine. It's not that much…more awkward than…normal sex. My legs don't move. But pretty much everything else does." He kisses her. Frink: "'I'm really into woman-on-top now. Doggy-style, not so much.'"
Joan's looking through design school brochures in the kitchen, commenting as her mother makes dinner, "Interior design has so much school stuff in it: math -- you have to measure; and geometry -- shapes, angles; fabrics; colours…you even have to know what taupe is." Aw, taupe's easy. Let's talk about ecru. Helen says, "Joan, if you want to go to design school after college, I'm completely in favour. We won't pay, but I'm in favour." Joan sighs and wants to know why this is such a big deal. Helen says it just is. Joan: "What if I told you God said it was okay?" Helen: "Leave my religion out of this." Luke comes down the kitchen stairs complaining that he's starving and wasting away. Helen tells him dinner's in ten minutes: "You'll live." She asks one of them to please take out the trash. Without missing a beat or even looking at each other, Luke and Joan instantly begin a round of Rock Paper Scissors (RPS, hereafter). Joan beats Luke with scissors to his paper. Joan clears her throat in the most minimally triumphant manner. Luke: "Two out of three." They go again: she beats his scissors with rock. Luke: "Four out of seven." Joan: "No way, dude, I won." Luke: "It's algebra, Joan, you can't beat me --" Joan: "Algebra? It's a game." Luke asks, "What do you think math is? Come on, just four out of seven." She relents, and beats him again with paper over rock. Helen wants the trash taken out. Luke: "In a minute, Mom." Joan beats him again and announces, "You're out of there." Luke takes the trash bag, griping, "Uncanny. You defy logic." Joan considers that.