MRS. DUDLEY: I heard about what happened yesterday. And I wanted to tell you that my family, well, like a lot of other families around here, we don't have much. But, now we have a doctor. I know it was a tragedy that brought you here sir, for that I am truly sorry. But, I'm not sorry you came. DR. BROWN: Neither am I, Mrs. Dudley. MRS. DUDLEY: You take care now. [She starts to leave.] EDNA: Well, at least offer her a ride home. [Dr. Brown races after Mrs. Dudley.] DR. BROWN: Mrs. Dudley! [Cut to County High. Ephram is in the library reading a book. Amy approaches.] AMY: How's it going there, Ham? EPHRAM: Ham? AMY: It's your new nickname. Welcome to it. EPHRAM: My nickname's a deli item. AMY: See, that's what everyone will think. But we'll know it's really short for this. [She hands him a book, Hamlet by William Shakespeare. It's a newly revised edition.] AMY: See, you look just like Hamlet. EPHRAM: Hamlet does not look like me. AMY: No, no. You can't deny it. Everwood finally has its own dark prince. [He just smiles.] AMY: You wanna grab some lunch? EPHRAM: Before we get lunch, we should talk. AMY: You asked your father, didn't you? [They just stare at each other for a moment.] EPHRAM: H-He said no. I mean you can't really begrudge the guy. He's trying to get out of the brain business, start a new life. AMY: I don't know what I was thinking. Sorry, it was silly for me to ask. EPHRAM: I am sorry, Amy. [She just stares at the floor, obviously heartbroken.] EPHRAM: [cont'd.] You still wanna get lunch? AMY: You know, I think I'm just gonna hang back here a while and look over some notes before class. [Ephram gets the picture and bundles his books up. When he walks away, Amy starts sobbing in her chair. Ephram feels bad for lying to her but continues walking away.] [Cut to Delia's classroom. Her father is in a parent-teacher conference with Miss Violet.] MISS VIOLET: Your daughter has a mind of her own, Doctor Brown. She repeatedly interrupts my lessons with questions that make very little sense. This in addition to her inappropriate apparel... [The camera pans back and Dr. Brown starts whispering to Delia.] DR. BROWN: [whispering] I've never been to a parent-teacher thingee. Am I allowed to speak? DELIA: [whispering] You have to raise your hand. [He raises his hand just as Miss Violet notices.] MISS VIOLET: Excuse me, Doctor Brown! DR. BROWN: I'm sorry, just out of curiosity Miss Violet, why do the boys sit in front? MISS VIOLET: Very simple. Boys are rowdier. DR. BROWN: Rowdier? MISS VIOLET: They cause more of a fuss. By having them sit in the front, I can monitor their behavior more closely. DR. BROWN: So, because you think that girls are genetically less rowdy, you relegate them to the back? MISS VIOLET: The term relegate is...