Episode Report Card Niki: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT 'Til The One Day When The Lady Met This Fellow...
By Niki | Season 2 | Episode 15 | Aired on 03.13.2001
Cut to Zoe, Grace, and Lily hanging out on Lily's bed. Zoe's flopped out on her stomach as Lily brushes her hair. Zoe sadly asks whether this means the wedding is off. Grace laughingly informs her, "He wouldn't have kept making those waffles, trust me." So, Zoe did appreciate that. Well, that's good. Zoe confesses that part of her wants it to be off, but she doesn't want it to be her fault. Lily tells her it wouldn't be her fault. "Yeah, don't I get any credit?" Grace asks, "I'm the one who's against his stupid project." Zoe says, "I just wanted my room." Lily says she knows and adds that she kind of wanted her own room, too. This comment elicits a sidelong glance from Grace. Grace asks why he has to move in, then, claiming that there are lots of married couples these days who live in separate houses. Yes, but they generally live in different cities, and it's usually because of their jobs, not because they don't want to share the bathroom. Oh, and Grace offers up Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir as an example of one such "modern" couple. Zoe asks who they are, and Grace jokes that they're on Survivor. What the hell is ABC doing plugging another network's blockbuster? Anyway, Zoe doesn't realize that Grace is pulling her leg and says that she'd hate to be on Survivor: "To be in some strange place where you can't trust anybody and nobody wants you there." Lily pauses from brushing Zoe's hair and looks thoughtful. Oh, brother. Maybe she's just waiting to see where the anvil's going to fall. Satisfied they're not in danger, Lily muses, "Kind of like how Rick and his kids must've felt here." Grace and Zoe look at her.
Cut to Jake locking up the restaurant for the night. Tiffany emerges as he's shuffling papers into his briefcase and asks, "Should we take one car or two?" Jake continues shuffling papers. She asks if he's okay. He closes up the case and says yeah. He then leans wearily on the bar, looks at her, and says, "How about if we take two cars? You know, and we each go home tonight?" Tiffany tries to look undisturbed and says it's "cool." Jake hangs his head and rubs his eyes. "Come on, Jake. What it is?" Tiffany demands. She tells him just to say it; she can't "stand looking at [his] face all twisted up." Jake blurts, "I can't do it." Tiffany's smile freezes. "You can't," she says softly. "I will be this baby's father," Jake tells her, "I mean, everything -- money...I just, I can't, I can't be with you and this baby in some instant family." Tiffany lowers her eyes and paces a few steps, saying that it won't be "instant, you know. I mean, it's gonna take seven more months." Jake assures her that he's not going anywhere; he's not running away. Tiffany rolls her eyes. Jake watches her doubtful reaction and strides away, muttering, "Whatever." "What. Ev-er," she repeats. She looks sad, but sucks it up and turns to face him, saying, "Okay." Jake apologizes, and Tiffany suggests that maybe he's just scared, and that when the baby comes...Jake's look says otherwise. I think it's more like Jake's realizing that having a young-ass girlfriend is only fun when there are no adult consequences to deal with. She was meant to distract him from those things, not add to them. Jake stares at his feet for a moment or two and then looks back at Tiffany, saying, "I think it'd be really unfair for me to lead you to believe that that would happen." Tiffany swallows hard and fights off the tears, insisting, "Well, you're not a psychic." She finds a smile and adds, "You don't know the future."