Lions practice. The team's in better shape, running drills quickly and effectively, and I need a nap. Inside the locker room, Luke suddenly realizes that his wallet's missing. He checks his locker thoroughly and then asks the guys in the room, while staring pointedly at Vince, where it is. Vince glibly says that Luke should retrace his steps, and Luke crosses the room, telling him that he knows where he left it, and someone took it. Vince pushes his locker door shut and notes that if Luke thinks he took it, he should come and get it. The two of them stare at each other for a moment and then Luke lunges for the locker. All the guys rush in; Landry pulls Luke back, and Vince's guys hold him back. Cut to Vince and Luke standing in Coach's office, where Coach is telling them how much time he does *not* have to spend on "you two bozos". Luke accuses Vince, Vince denies the theft, and Coach has finally had enough: he asks Coach Crowley (who formerly worked for Coach at Dillon) to have the boys run stairs for thirty minutes. That's what my Mee-Maw would've called a good start.
Panthers Pizza! Matt prepares a pizza to go when Riggins walks in. Aw, the old team, back together again. I love it. Riggs calls Matt "Seven", which melts my heart, and ruefully notes that Matt's slinging pizza "instead of 60-yard bombs." He knows what that feels like. He asks Matt about Chicago, but Matt says he wanted to stay and take care of Grandma Saracen. Matt asks Riggins what college was like, and Riggins kind of shrugs. Saracen asks if Riggins is watching a ball game this weekend, and Riggins announces that he's going hunting. "Maybe shoot some white-tail, wrestle down some boars," and I want to see Tim Riggins wrestle down a boar RIGHT NOW. That's comedy gold and hotness all rolled into one. Riggins walks out with a pizza, telling Matt they should go have a beer sometime, and Matt calls him back as he reaches the door: he wants to go hunting with Tim. Wait, what? Tim has pretty much the same reaction. Matt says that his father took him shooting once or twice. Tim says he'll pick him up on Thursday.
East Dillon High. Landry walks through the halls with Devon, his Crucifictorius bass player, when he runs into Jess. In a moment of inspiration, she realizes that he has a car, and can drop her and her friends off at a party. Landry politely declines: "I've been down that road before, where a girl asks me to do something, and then all of a sudden everyone's calling me a word I don't like to use…" Heh. She clarifies that she's inviting him and Devon to the party, which is a 'nother kettle of fish, and Landry gladly accepts. They go off in different directions, giving Dev the opportunity to clarify that they're going to a party in Kilroy, which is apparently the other-tracks side of town. Landry's like, "Sure! What could go wrong?"
Next, Curly-Haired Jailbait Neighbor of Tim. I'm sure this actress is a very nice person, but this character just grates. On. My nerves. She's is auditioning for the "Miss Young Texas" pageant panel. Afterwards, she tells her bar-matron mother – who picked up Tim at her bar and is renting him the trailer out back, as you'll recall – that she made the cut; the mom squeals and shrieks and fangirls over her baby. As they leave, Mom's all about the bonding, saying that they should go shopping and get her a new gown with a "portrait neckline." Curly-haired girl is beaming under all this maternal affection and praise and attention. I'm sure she won't be inevitably disappointed.
Alamo Freeze, I think. Devon and Julie are hanging out, and Devon tells her she needs to ask Julie something and for Julie to not be weird about it. Ooo, these are the fun conversations. She tells Jules that she wants Julie to go with her to this gay club outside of Dillon. Jules hesitates, and then asks Devon if she's hitting on her. Heh. Devon tells Julie that she's not Devon's type, and that's what Julie chooses, adorably, to fixate on for the rest of the scene. Dev tells her that this is all new for her, she's never been there before, and she just wants some company. She's so ridiculously well-adjusted, I love it.


