RevCam enters the backyard, only to see Asslee and Martin making out. He watches them for quite a while, then makes his presence known. Asslee takes off. RevCam asks Martin about his baseball game and the movie he just saw with Asslee. Martin says they didn't pay attention to the movie, so they'll see it tomorrow. RevCam stands there fantasizing about Martin and Asslee making out during a Bosco cartoon or whatever that stupid movie theater is playing this week.
RevCam and Martin enter the kitchen. Martin goes upstairs. RevCam and Annie have a serious talk about Peter's drinking. Annie says that Ruthie didn't take the news well. RevCam says he didn't either. Annie says she didn't either. No one took the news well, at all.
Kevin breaks the sad, horrible news to Lucy, who instantly passes judgment and says that Peter should have learned from his screwed-up dad. "You should have seen Vic. I really feel for him," says Kevin with no discernible emotion. The phone rings. It's Roxanne in her police uniform, calling to tell Kevin that she got the other boys home okay. And the Cheesy Split Screen returns. Roxanne asks Lucy about her anniversary dinner; Lucy starts to talk about it, and the Cheesy Split Screen abruptly ends. So does Roxanne's patience, as she asks Lucy to just tell her all about it at the Pizza Night. Then they hang up on each other.
Kevin sits down next to Lucy and says he was thinking about their future. And also, the champagne wasn't worth all that money since alcohol is evil. Lucy says they can hold off on talking about their future because she wants to spend the time making out chastely.
Annie walks in the twins' bedroom to wish them goodnight, and is surprised to find that they've moved into Simon's room. This means that Annie hasn't so much as seen her young children since returning home from the dinner. Way to mother. Annie smiles at them, probably wondering who these strange children in her house are.
Chandler's pouring his cognac down the drain. He stops for a minute, apparently having come to his senses, then starts again. He looks pained. He should; Jeffrey ain't worth a six-dollar fifth of Dubra, let alone cognac worth hundreds of dollars.