I noticed that my friend Cate was watching this show every week, so I thought I'd check it out for myself.
This episode started with a dramatic recap of the non-dramatic events of last week's episode. Apparently, Mary's act of vandalism is threatening to shatter the Camdens' belief in each other. I'm telling you, guys -- I'm a little frightened. If they stop believing in each other, then . . . then . . . then who in the world will give a crap about them? Sob! Let's watch and find out what happens.
A bunch of legs are walking through the half-light to Mary's cell. Whoa! Mary's in a CELL! Way harsh! Oh, but she's there with a friend. That's not so bad. So the cell is opened and Mary looks up to see the cop and RevCam and SuperMom! D'oh! Cue the sad clarinet! SuperMom looks like she's seasick, but RevCam looks smarmy, like he's always expected this or something. Mary gets out of the cell and the cop tells the CamRents that they'll need a lawyer because Mary's been let out on their recognizance and this isn't over. SuperMom bites her lip to keep from bawling. Someone sprayed Mary with a distilled-water mister, giving her skin a glow. The subset CamFam takes off. Oh, there was another girl in the cell. Oh, well. Who cares about her and her non-recognizance-havin' parents? Loser!
Here are the credits. I applaud the CamRents’ foresight in buying such a large dining-room table, but I also hope that they have a leaf for it somewhere. Also, I see how clever the writers are. It used to be 7th Heaven because there were seven people in the family, but NOW it's 7th Heaven because there are seven KIDS! Way to save the title, guys!
Oh, ha, ha! The new Snickers commercial is funny. You know, the one with the Godzilla-like monster who's destroying a town because he's jonesing for some chocolate?
Anyway. Back at the Camden Compound, we see RevCam watching an old episode of Eight is Enough and muttering determinedly to himself. No, not really. We see Matt coming down the stairs. Ruthie is staring out the window. Lucy is sitting on the couch in her funky yellow bathrobe. Matt goes to look out the window also. Lucy makes a face like a troll and throws a throw pillow at him. Why is she so hostile? Simon shows up with a bag full of junk food. Everyone grabs at it like a pack of starving dogs. Lays pays for some product-placement. Matt says that there's no reason to be nervous. Lucy argues with him and says that the CamRents said Mary was "not hurt," but not that she was "fine." Lucy tells us that she's learned in Student Court that when people start picking their words carefully, it's not good. Oh, shut up, Lucy. Simon says that the place between RevCam's eyebrows was all knotted up. Ruthie says that SuperMom wasn't wearing lipstick, and that she always wears lipstick, even when she goes to Home Depot! Hmm. Suddenly I have a strong urge to eat Lays potato chips and shop at Home Depot. I wonder why. I hope that Lays and the Depot support family values. Oh, and why is SuperMom so vain? Does she get better Home Depot service when she's all tarted up? Viewers, you should always wear lipstick UNLESS you're going to get your demon seed from jail. It's the right thing to do.
So Lucy says Ruthie's right. Ruthie says something dumb like, "You'd better get used to it, 'cause I'm older now, and I'm in the game. The game of life!" Matt smiles as if that was cute. Then Ruthie burps. Someone please put her to bed. She says that when she's nervous, her stomach goes crazy. Simon's does, too. Matt wants everyone to go to bed. He'll fill them in in the morning. Lucy doesn't think so. She makes a face like Franklin the turtle. Oh, wait. That's just her normal expression. In walk the CamRents and the Condemned. Lucy, Ruthie, and Simon pretend to be conked-out on the couches. Mary runs upstairs as RevCam tells Matt, "It's late. We'll talk about what happened tomorrow morning." SuperMom clears her throat as if she's some kind of tough mama laying it on the line or something, and the three brats and Matt go upstairs. Here comes the corny man-and-wife talk. It's supposed to be funny that SuperMom only half-heartedly picks up a Lays bag before sitting amongst the other trash. It says "Lays" right behind her puffy, sad face. "Well, what are we gonna do?" she asks the head of her household. RevCam guesses they'll find a lawyer. "I didn't see this one coming," he says, reaching for her hand. She takes it and over-emotes, "Not this -- no. Not in a million years." A sob creeps into her voice. Lady, if that's the worse thing you couldn't even imagine your kid doing, then you need to open those Sears sage-green curtains and take a look at the world outside the cult you're breeding. Oops. Sorry. That was kind of harsh. Think of it as tough love, though.
Lucy crawls into bed, bathrobe and all. Mary is staring all stony-faced at the wall and she suddenly says, "We trashed the school gym." Lucy goes, "What? The school gym and not World Gym or the YMCA? Who? Why?" Mary explains. Lucy says, "And you got busted?" all down with the lingo and stuff. Both girls are in full makeup. Mary's in jeans and a vest. I can't tell if it's a Tech Vest or a GAP vest. Sorry. It's shiny, though. Mary guesses that they "must have set off an alarm or something 'cause the cops showed up." The sad guitar strums slowly. Mary tells Lucy that she'll need a lawyer. Lucy opens her eyes wide, cuts them around in a goofy way, and says, "This is unreal!" Just as you saw in the three zillion commercials leading up to this episode, Mary replies, "I wish," and closes her eyes, wishing Calgon would take her away.
Ruthie is looking out her room's window with binoculars. Simon lets Happy into their room, then walks up and taps Ruthie on the head with the baby monitor. It's a good thing that the twins never cry or need supervision of any sort. It's also a good thing that Simon didn't give into the evil temptation to tap Ruthie harder and crack her skull. Because that would be bad. Simon's all Perry Mason, discovering that he and Ruthie should have tattled to the CamRents when they eavesdropped on Mary talking about something "extreme." The two of them use their Christian interfaith training to channel some Catholic guilt and blame themselves for Mary's trouble. "That's it," chirps Ruthie, "We're going to hell!" Aw. That is so freaking cute. BURN, SINNERS, BURN! Ruthie tell Simon not to give her that look, because she meant Hell the place. Simon knows. He gave her that look because she "might be right." You kids aren't going to hell because you neglected to tattle. You're going to hell because you're trying to be cute for the love of filthy lucre! Repent now, sinners! Get thee to the soup kitchen and be quiet about it! So then both kids burp. That's it. You brats really are going to burn with Satan. Oh, but then they say "excuse me" so it's okay. Happy groans and wishes she could be ground into horse food.
Matt's on the phone telling Chickenhead that things are "borderline out-of-control" and that he has no choice but to move back home. Chickenhead thinks he should hear the whole story before making such a major decision. Matt says the writing's pretty much on the wall, and then he closes the refrigerator door, which has been opened the whole time. He was using it for light while he yakked on the phone. Do people go to hell for blatantly wasting energy like that? I don't see how they couldn't.
RevCam shows up at the gym and sees veritable truckloads of paper all over its floor. The frick? It looks like Mary & Friends stopped at Sam's on the way and bought seventy-two econo-cases of toilet paper. There's also a broken sign of some sort, and orange spray paint proclaiming that the Lady Wildcats rule. You know, just the fact that girls' teams are always obligated to be "Lady Somethings" is enough to make me TP a gym. But then, I never did like physical education. Julia from Santa Barbara, who seems to be pregnant with another of Mason's kids, walks up to RevCam. RevCam is so sorry. Julia is, too. The guitar and clarinet battle for the title of Saddest Instrument until the piano puts a stop to it. The point of the scene: the gym really is full of lots and lots of toilet paper. Now we know.
It's the twins' day for visitation, so Simon and Ruthie walk into the nursery and talk about the way Mary looks different, like a "bad guy." Ruthie smiles as she tells us that she's scared of the way the CamRents look. Simon starts up on his guilt-trip pity party again. Simon diagnoses them with Guilt Gut. Their stomachs hurt, but they can't tell the CamRents because they're under enough stress and RevCam's heart is still weak. We see one of the twins looking hopeful, but instead of taking him out of the crib, Simon just throws in some toys. The baby is chagrined. Ruthie is wearing a lot of self-tanner on her face and a jersey with a duck on it that is actually kind of cool. I need to make myself one and wear it with my Hello Kitty headband. The brats decide to turn to God to rid themselves of guilt gut and hell specters. Then they both burp. The baby looks at them like, "Disgusting, much?" I feel very sorry for the babies. Please, no more kids for the CamFam.
StuporMom is sitting on the couch sewing or something while her two youngest rot away in their cribs. She looks up to see RevCam come in with the dry-cleaning. He wants to know if Bill Mays returned his call. StuporMom says he's on the way over. RevCam is impressed that this Bill the Lawyer makes house calls. StuporMom reminds Rev that he did baptize all of Bill's children, help two get summer jobs, and talk one out of an ill-advised piercing, so Bill felt it was the least he could do. So what? Who cares? We get it, okay? Aaron Spelling was too cheap to pay for a law-office set. WE GET IT! Ding-dong. Here's Bill. Rev lets him in and then bellows up the stairs for Mary as Bill kisses Annie's cheek.
Mary has come downstairs extremely quickly and quietly. Bill informs the three Cams that the principal wants Mary and the other delinquents to appear in Student Court (WHATEVER), where the worst thing that could happen would be expulsion. He hasn't spoken to the prosecutor yet, but it looks like Mary's gonna be charged with vandalism and wanton destruction of property. That means a fine of fifteen hundred dollars, or three times the cost to repair damages -- whichever's more, plus two and a half months to two and a half years of jail. StuporMom points out that Mary's a minor. Bill says that at seventeen, "she's certainly not going to be viewed as a minor child in the eyes of the court." Then Bill says that all this crap about the "Diversion Program," which is basically probation with community service. Blah, blah, blah. Annie pants eagerly when Bill says that in the Diversion Program, Mary's offense will eventually be removed from her record. RevCam interrupts to make certain that "there's a very real chance" that Mary will go to jail if she's not accepted into the Diversion Program. StuporMom quivers and blinks, Mary sighs and rolls her eyes, and the clarinet sobs us into the commercial.
Hallmark wants me to know that they now sell lots of cards for people who are sappy enough to enjoy 7th Heaven, but who are also too cheap to blow more than 99 cents on a paper sentiment.
Lucy and her two friends scope out the gym and act shocked. Lucy is wearing a black t-shirt with ducks on it. Okay, I'm missing out on some trend here. Lucy's male friend is wearing a choker made of huge silver beads. There's no point to this scene.
Simon and Ruthie show up at a Catholic church's confessional and turn their cuteness on the unsuspecting priest there. I'm guessing it's a slow day because the priest doesn't try to make them observe the actual confessional format or anything. I'm also guessing that StuporMom has been too stressed out to take proper care of her two belchers, because they're still wearing the same clothes. Or maybe it's the same day and these two have been skipping school. Or maybe it's the same day and Lucy and her friends are losers who have nothing better to do than hang out at school on the weekends. Simon and Ruthie go on and on with the attempts at cuteness, and they even talk about throwing the finger. The priest, who smiles at their drivel and could pass for Ricardo Montalban's cousin, finally says, "You're not Catholic, are you?" Nope, say the hellions. But it's okay. He says they can still have God's forgiveness. Then, instead of teaching them Hail Mary, he tells them to perform an act of contrition. I thought maybe he'd say, "Go mop the rectory," or something funny like that, but instead he tells them to honor the CamRents by telling them all the crap they just spewed at the priest. He blesses them and they peel out. Haw, haw! Protestants' confessional hijinks! They never get old! But wait, the fun's not over yet!
Outside the confessional but still inside the church, Ruthie carps that "they should make those rooms bigger" because Simon almost poked her eye out with his hair. Then she starts babbling about how she gives confession "thumbs up," talking all loud as hell and totally disrespecting the scarf-headed woman who's putting a quarter in the candle-box over in the corner. Simon's Guilt Gut is still killing him. Ruthie pats him on the back and they leave the church, which I'm guessing is within walking distance of their home, which they apparently leave whenever they want while their parents deal with the older, more-favored offspring. Simon looks heavenward and mouths, "Thank you." Has anyone fed the twins? Matt? Lucy? Anyone?
Matt and Chickenhead walk into Matt's run-down apartment as some guy's walking out. Matt tells the guy, "Hi," and then, "See you later." Then he asks John, "Who was that?" It was a potential roommate. John gets all defensive and mouthy about his need to look for potential roommates. Matt understands. John asks about Mary. Matt says that she's in "major, get-a-lawyer trouble." John pulls attitude and is all like, "Sorry. Guess that means you're done THINKING ABOUT moving out," with a passive-aggressive smile. Matt has to look at Chickenhead for some reason. He says yeah, and Chickenhead does a weird smirk at John, who isn't even looking at her. John says it's been great, gives his regards to the CamFam, and walks out, shutting the door on Matt who is trying to say "thanks" and "great" and whatever. Matt rolls his eyes and bangs on the wall once, as if that's supposed to make his neighbors turn down their crappy music. It doesn't. Chickenhead is rolling her eyes and smirking haphazardly. Matt tells her that things are stressful. She points out that it's only been twenty-four hours since he dropped his moving-out bomb. He says blah, blah. She says she loves the way he cares about his family but that if he spent one-fourth the time at the grocery store that he spent at his parents, he might not be so frustrated or so hungry. Uh, yeah. Thanks for the advice, Lady Smirk-A-Lot. Matt gets all upset at this. Chicken starts lecturing him about living on his own and worrying about his family and letting go and using the force. Matt doesn't think her advice applies to him. She says that now she has him to worry and care about. She tries to snuggle against his chest. He says that he cares about her too, but that after this conversation he doesn't think she knows him at all. With that, he shoves off of her and packs some stuff in a box. She doesn't seem as perturbed as I'd be in the face of such rudeness. Maybe it's because she doesn't WANT to know Matt. Maybe she was just using him for sex. Oh, but they're not having sex, are they? The whole thing's a mystery.
Oy. Now Simon and Ruthie, the Children of Neglect, are at the local synagogue, babbling to the rabbi. Will this fun never end? Ruthie makes up another simile for hell. The rabbi, like the priest, smiles as if she's cute. "You're not Jewish, are you?" he asks. What is this, a freaking joke? All we need now is a genie and a pianist. The rabbi informs them that Jews don't believe in hell. "Really?" beams Ruthie. "May we sit down?" Oh, hardy har. The rabbi and the forgotten children have the cutest theological conversation imaginable. Sorry, but I'm not gonna type it all out. If you're the kind of person who watches 7th Heaven because you really do think it's cute, then you've probably stopped reading this by now, so you won't mind. I'm the kind of person who watches it out of guilt. When I was a child, I stole a cookie from the cookie jar. After sneaking out of my parents' house and visiting a mosque, I decided to serve penance by forcing myself to watch inane television shows. Right now my gut is hurting, but it's not from guilt. If Simon and Ruthie burp one more time, I'm gonna have to take an ulcer-medication break. The rabbi tells them to talk to their parents. Ruthie says she wishes she had a camera because the synagogue is beautiful. Simon thanks God again. They leave. Here's hoping they don't need a third opinion.
Matt shows up at the CamCompound with a laundry bag. RevCam cops major attitude and asks him, "More laundry? Are you taking in other people's, now?" and I'm thinking, "This is the house you wanna move back to, Matt?" Matt informs RevCam that he's moving back to help take care of things. RevCam says, "That's very thoughtful. Thank you," as if it isn't his house and Matt isn't his kid and he can't just tell Matt no. Mary walks in. She just got off the phone with Mr. Wolfe-from-the-group-that-gave-her-a-scholarship. No more scholarship for Mary. D'oh! The CamMen can't think of anything to say, and Mary goes back upstairs.
The Austin Musical Theatre is doing Jesus Christ Superstar. It's funny that I never would have known that if I hadn't tuned into 7th Heaven this week. What -- Ally McBeal's lesbian-kiss watchers don't enjoy musical theatre? Sheesh.
I used to own a Mazda, but it got totaled and now I'm actually glad because Mazda is using "Rebel, Rebel" for their newest commercial. If I ever get another Mazda, I'll let it get wrecked by another old woman. That'll show those bastards!
Matt is clearing space in Simon's closet and hanging up his nasty gray t-shirts. Simon and Ruthie are dismayed by Matt's moving back to the CamPound. Ruthie says, "Yeah, what about the chicks?" and I wish Mr. Stupidhead could have been there to tell her to SHUT UP. Simon gives Matt a point-by-point synopsis of why no one needs Matt living there anymore. Simon shared with Matt the knowledge he's gleaned from his religious pilgrimage of that morning: that it's not always possible to foresee bad things. Matt says that "that just means that sometimes it is." Guess what happens . Ruthie and Simon burp. Matt looks at them like, "You. Rude. DOGS." Note to the writers: BELCHING IS ONLY FUNNY WHEN INFANTS DO IT. Addendum: The twins are too old to be considered cute while belching, just in case you were wondering.
StuporMom brings boxes of pizza into the kitchen and informs RevCam that she stopped by the gym. What, they haven't cleaned it up YET? I guess they need to preserve the DNA evidence or something. Annie moans for a while about Mary being jailed or expelled. She feels bad that grounding won't be a comparable punishment. RevCam disregards her little speech and says that he has some other news. "We won the lottery?" StuporMom asks as if she's Mrs. Sarcastic instead of Mrs. Eric Camden the Doormat. RevCam reveals that Mary's lost her scholarship. Annie nods with the compressed-lipped smile of someone who should visit a ghetto and see what real problems are. Then she tears up as she muses that it doesn't matter, because Mary will probably go to jail. And then she says that if Mary does go to jail, she could always "pursue a nice vocational skill." Don't cry, Annie! She could become a secretary or receptionist and then marry her boss and have seven kids! All is not lost! Annie almost-cries and says that she thought she was a good parent and that she knew her kid, but she didn't. RevCam hugs her and the phone rings. Annie says with her biting sarcasm, "I'm afraid to answer it! Do we know where all our kids are?" Hmm. Let's see. The twins are in their cages. Simon and Ruthie have made it home from the synagogue. Matt and Mary are upstairs. Lucy is -- Lucy is -- OH NO! WHERE'S LUCY? What if she and her friends are out overdosing on vitamins? Someone find her quick! It's Bill the Lawyer on the phone. He manages to convey, in the three seconds he's on the phone with RevCam, that he called in favors, walked Mary's application through the red tape and into the Diversion Program, and that the head of the program will meet with the Cams tomorrow. Annie desperately clings to hope and then to RevCam's strong shoulders and denim shirt.
Matt's in the kitchen, eating what looks like a fried-chicken breast with his hands. Then he opens the dryer and happily removes an article of clothing from it WITH HIS GREASY HAND, thanking his mom aloud. Lucy walks up with a full laundry basket and informs him that she's doing the laundry and Mary's doing the grocery shopping. She tells him that Ruthie and Simon went to the park after church, and that the CamRents and Mary are meeting with the Diversion Program person. Wow. I wish I lived in a town so safe that I could send a child Ruthie's age to the park with a kid Simon's age. Even if I did, though, I wouldn't, because that would be asking for trouble from child molesters, whom I imagine aren't confined to Camden-less cities. I guess I just don't have family values. Matt is annoyed because he'd planned on meddling at Mary's meeting. There are two fly-swatters on the wall behind his head, adding that realistic touch to the set. He asks Lucy if he can help. Instead of saying, "Uh, yeah. How about you wash your greasy hands and get to folding this laundry?" she says, "With what?" He gets peeved and peels out because it has again been made clear to him that no one needs his Keith-Partridge-looking ass around. For some reason he's carrying a duffel bag. Or maybe it's his purse. Or maybe it's his magic bag. It's green instead of pink, though.
At the Juvenile Detention Facility, Mary and her parents sit at one of those tables they always use to interrogate criminals in the cop shows. Some chick walks in and says, "I assume you're Mary." Mary nods and says, "And these are my parents." The women tells them, "Nice to meet you," as if she's actually introduced herself or learned their names or anything. She tells them to make themselves comfortable and then indicates that Mary should enter her office. Annie sighs and starts to sit back down, and then for no reason at all, the woman walks over and tells the CamRents, "I know she's your baby and probably always will be to you, but she's not to me. She's seventeen and she isn't in your house anymore. She's in mine." And then she takes off. RevCam tells her, "Hold up, now. I KNOW you didn't just talk to ME like that when my taxes PAY YOUR DAMN ELECTRIC BILLS." Actually, he didn't say that, but I like to think that's what I'd say in his shoes. ["The actress played a bitchy OB attending on ER, and nobody said crap to her then either." -- Sars] He just doesn’t say anything at all, because he is lame.
The woman, whose name I still don't know, leads Mary into her office and is being all hard-ass with her because she has to come in on a Sunday to review Mary's case. She starts interrogating Mary, asking if she does drugs, drinks, or has a boyfriend she "couldn't get enough of." Mary's shaking her head no. The woman offers a bunch of other excuses such as Marilyn Manson's music, and then says there's got to be something that Mary's gonna blame for what she did. Nope, says Mary. The woman wants to know why she should consider Mary for the Diversion Program. Mary isn't sure. She's made mistakes but for the most part she's always been a "pretty good kid," she says. The woman isn't impressed and tells her "Pretty good kids don't trash other people's property. What else have you got?" Mary sighs and looks afraid. I have a flashback to a movie I saw once about a women's prison where the warden had a bedroom onsite and the prisoners got to wear lingerie.
Matt knocks on the door of Chickenhead's pad. Chickenhead puts down her In Style, gets off her chair, and shows us the waistband of her underwear. She opens the door and gives Matt a prolonged, wordless smirk. Instead of apologizing for his tantrum the day before, Matt says that it doesn't matter who was right or wrong in their argument because his family doesn't need him anymore. Sob! Chickenhead joins him on the couch with a big smile. Matt whines that he no longer has a role in his family and then Chickenhead quotes a bunch of stuff she heard on a talk show about roles changing as family members grow older. Matt says a really long sentence about responsibility and manliness. Chicken gives him a super-big, feral smile. I notice that the two of them have the same haircut. Matt finally apologizes. Chicken kisses him. He sighs happily and says that he's off to John's to apologize for being a loser and to kick out the new roommate. He kisses Chicken goodbye. Bye, loser!
Oh, man. You are not even going to believe this, but the scene is actually of Simon and Ruthie leaving a Buddhist temple. This might have been funny if it weren't so pointless and contrived. This time, when Simon says "thank you" to the sky, a voice calls back down, "And this time, freaking TELL IT TO YOUR PARENTS AND QUIT BUGGING ME!" Not. But it wouldn't have been unwarranted for a sky-voice to do so. Ruthie's walking very strangely with her stomach pushed out and her elbows cocked back. I think she has to go to the bathroom.
Back at Juvie, Mary emerges from the office with the woman telling her, "I don't know what kind of senior year you thought you were going to have, but now it belongs to me. I'll let you know later how many of them after that are going to be mine, too." Annie makes a face like she really has to go to the bathroom NOW. I guess she saw The Naked Cage, too. The woman leaves, Mary says she's in the program, and the CamRents sigh and hug like the saps they are.
It's funny how after watching a few minutes of life in the CamWorld, even the dumbest commercials seem brilliant. Except. No! Not the Coke commercial with the bubble-sniffing girl! NO-O-O-O-O-O-O!
At this point I have to stop telling you what happened on the show, because the video on which I recorded it somehow became messed up while I was watching The Messenger at the local discount theater with my spouse. It's been said that 7th Heaven is somehow cursed. Every episode's MBTV recap has undergone complications. I didn't believe in the curse. I waited for Sars to mail me her video of this episode. I never received it. Here is a tip for all of you in the US: when you pay $3.20 for priority mailing, you're actually only paying for the box and for whatever ink the postal workers use to stamp various enigmatic codes on said box. If you actually want your package MAILED, you have to pay a fee called "insurance." If you don't want to pay insurance, go ahead and write the following on your parcel:
"Dear Postal Workers,
I hope you enjoy the contents of this box. If you could, when you're at your leisure, could you please send the emptied box to the address printed on it? That way my friend will know that I was thinking of her, and she can have fun trying to guess what I put in the box.
Happy thieving!
[sign your name]
I hate to admit it, but I'm a little superstitious. Y'all please indulge me and let me add another little note here.
Dear Supreme Being, or Whomever It May Concern,
Hi. How are you? I realize that 7th Heaven is a family show that illustrates family values. I understand that many moral Earthlings enjoy the show and feel that it embodies their religious beliefs.
I don't want to do anything to offend You. I am willing to accept any signs or omens You wish to send. If You feel that I have failed you by not making enough fun of the show, please send another sign that I won't miss. Maybe you could have Reverend Camden bleach his hair like Billy of Ally McBeal. If, however, You are trying to tell me that You no longer want me to gaze upon the visage of Milla Jovovich, please let me know by shining Your Light of Understanding into my husband's eyes and causing him to have good taste in movies.
Love,
Your servant,
Gwen
So I don't know how this episode ended. I can only guess that Mary wasn't expelled, the twins continued to be neglected, and Ruthie and Simon burped and were generally annoying. Y'all can imagine it, I'm sure. ["I think the hellions confessed to the CamParents and received absolution, but since I was standing in line at the goddamn Post Office at the time, I’m not positive about that." -- Sars] week on 7th Heaven, Matt is still not Keith Partridge.