Mary has gone into the hall to fume. Simon shows up and barks, "Who's on the phone?" "Not Robbie," says Loser Mary. "Well, just stay off the phone, okay?" Simon bellows. Whatever. Like any self-respecting chick would take that from a younger brother. Mary tells Simon he should just call Dina. Then she starts flaking out on some diatribe about girls and how they always sit at home waiting for their stupid boyfriends to call. She meant to say "some girls," I think. This goes on too long, and then Mary yells "MEN!" Please shut up, Mary. She leaves. Simon says to the space in front of him, "Why is it that women can never admit when they're wrong?" We see Ruthie in her animal-print bathrobe, with a huge blue towel on her head, saying, "Beats me, lover boy," in a cute-not, angry way. Ruthie, I'm not going to tell you again. She takes off before I can tell her to shut up. Next we see a close-up of a shirtless twin ambling into the hall. (It's the follically-challenged one.) Aw! He's so cute. RUN, LITTLE BOY! ESCAPE WHILE YOU STILL CAN!