Karaoke soars to new heights (or sinks to new depths) when Garth takes charge of his love life by mouthing the song "Foxy Lady" to his crush in a crowded diner. Sadly, the performance was only a figment of his imagination. (Who wears thick, black prescription eye-wear in their wildest fantasies?) The choreography, however, is the stuff that dreams are made of. And by dreams I mean nightmares.