Oh, what a beautiful episode. If last week's felt a bit schizophrenic, the story lines not quite integrated, this episode is an aesthetic whole, from start to finish.
Julie and Matt are still lying down together, like in Bible times, which is the best way to describe it, because Matt and Julie sleeping together is seriously the most wholesome thing I have ever seen. They love each other, and you can tell that they love each other. One person who maybe can't see immediately that they love each other, though, is Coach, who walks in on them in bed together one afternoon. Coach goes in lockdown, letting Tami have the conversation with her daughter. And it is a doozy of a conversation; I have mentally bookmarked this conversation for if I ever have a child, under "How to Talk to Your Child About Sex." Coach's conversation with Matt, however, I have just bookmarked under "Cringe."
If the Taylors are coming to terms with their daughter growing into adulthood, Lyla Garrity is coming to terms with the fact that becoming an adult doesn't mean you stop doing stupid shit. Buddy Garrity gets arrested for wailing on a guy at the strip club. They were having a "business meeting" in which the injured party told Buddy that he lost the $70,000 Buddy had given him to invest in a strip mall development. Ooof. What's worse is that the money Buddy tried to invest was Lyla's college money. Lyla moves out of the condo, into The Playgirl Ranch, livid with her father and unwilling to forgive him just yet.
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