Joan walked out the front door and saw Adam and Grace sitting on Grace's car. They turned to face her at the sound of the door closing.

"Hey, Jane," Adam said, moving over to make some room for Joan next to them.

"So, Grace, my brother seems to be infatuated with you," Joan announced, hefting herself onto the car.

"God!" Grace shouted aggravatedly, jumping off the car. "Can't he get a life or something? I don't understand why he's obsessed with me, anyways. He could have Glynis or some other science geek. I don't get him at all."

"You know what I just realized, Grace?" Joan asked her.

"Let me guess: Your brother and I are the next Romeo and Juliet, and nothing but tragedy will come from our coupling? I couldn't agree more."

"No, although I do happen to agree with you on that. I realized that you are self-conscious. You don't think you deserve to be worshipped the way my brother worships you," Joan explained.

Grace snorted. "You are so full of it, Joan. While I do think that Einstein in there needs to back the hell off, it's not because of some self-esteem issues I have. It's because I don't appreciate being fawned over."

"What is wrong with you?" Joan asked incredulously. "Everyone likes when people pay attention to them."

"Well, maybe you enjoy Rove's constant groping and drooling, but I don't need to be young G's dominatrix," Grace informed her.

Joan made a face. "Bad mental picture. Promise me you will never buy a patent leather bodysuit."

Grace looked at her strangely. "Do I look like a masochist?"

"Actually," Adam started, but was cut off by Grace's dirty look. "Unchallenged."

"Listen, I don't want to talk about this," Grace insisted. "So, get off the car or you'll be under it. I'm not picky. I'll take either."

Adam and Joan quickly jumped off the car. Grace climbed in and searched for her keys, as Adam turned to Joan.

"You can't just let her leave, yo," he said urgently.

"Why not?" Joan asked. "She wants to leave, and you know Grace. When she wants to do something, she does it. She doesn't let anyone stop her."

"But we have to stop her from leaving, Jane," Adam insisted. "You may not like your brother and Grace together, but what if they're just like us? Grace is ready to throw all that away because she thinks your brother's been hanging out with Friedman too much. We gotta make her see, Jane. We have to make her see that she'll never know if she doesn't try. I mean, it's like me and Iris. We went out, but I was hung up on you. When things are meant to happen, they'll happen. Like we did. And, if we're not too late, like your brother and Grace can."

Joan smiled at Adam's touching words. She opened her mouth to speak, but the honking of Grace's car horn interrupted her.

"Are you guys going to move or do I have to back over you?" she asked, poking her head out the car window at them.

Joan ran up to her window and started begging, "Grace, you can't leave without at least talking to Luke. What if you two were meant to be together and you screwed everything up by just driving away? Wouldn't you feel absolutely rotten?"

Grace was giving Joan a wondering look. "What made you change your mind about all this? Just 5 minutes ago, you were saying what a tragedy your brother and I were together and now you're acting like we're soul mates. What's the deal?"

Joan was struck dumb. "Well, uh, Adam said, well..."

"I'll explain, Jane," Adam saved. "It was all my idea, Grace. I just knew how I felt when I was going out with Iris, but still wanting to go out with Jane. Even though I took the chance of dating Iris, I knew I had to do it, because if I wouldn't have done it, I never would have known what would have happened if I did do it. You got me?"

Grace narrowed her eyes, trying to decipher what he meant. She threw the words around in her head for awhile, then nodded. "Unchallenged...I think."

"Dude, it's not that hard of a concept to grasp," Adam retaliated, leaning on the car. Neither one of them noticed Joan sneak back into the house, eager to get away from that situation.

Joan walked into the kitchen, to see Luke standing by the sink in a pair of sweatpants, scrubbing tomato sauce out of his khakis.

"I think you'd be better off letting Mom take care of that," she told Luke, sitting down at the kitchen counter. "You know how freaky she gets about laundry."

Luke turned and gave Joan a look like she was completely out of it. "You have to try to get tomato sauce out right away or it'll stain."

Joan looked thoughtful, then asked, "Why?"

Luke threw his pants in the sink and said, "It's a long and boring explanation, which I'm sure you don't really want to hear. Now, I'm assuming you didn't come in here to talk about my pants."

"And you would be right," Joan agreed. "Adam's out there right now, talking to Grace and trying to get her to see what a mistake she would be making if she just left without talking things out with you."

Luke raised an eyebrow at his sister. "So, you're like my, what? Personal matchmaker? This is really weird."

"Hey, I just want you to be happy, dorkweed, even if it is with my best friend. So I'm just trying to help things along. That's all."

"Right." Luke still looked skeptical, but decided to go with it. "So, what exactly have you proposed to Miss Polk?"

Just then, the front door slammed open, and Joan and Luke turned to see Grace standing in the doorway, Adam behind her, a fearful look on his face. Grace spoke up. "We need to talk."