CamPound. Ruthie starts talking shit about Peter's mom. "Why does she have to work all the time?" Because shit costs money, you little brat. Annie answers her a little less brutally than I: "Because she's a single mom with no support from Peter's dad. And she gets dignity and self-worth from her work, and contributes to the community of business." The "community of business"? What pomposity of ass. Ruthie, sounding totally pissed, screeches at her mother, "OKAY, OKAY, I WAS JUST THINKING OUT LOUD!" I wonder what Jesus' official stance on smacks in the mouth is. I'm sure he'd want Ruthie to turn the other cheek, too. Annie asks if Ruthie is okay. Ruthie, on a roll with ketchup and pickles, takes it and lobs it back. "YES. Are YOU okay?" Annie says she was, but now she's "feeling...annoyed." Ruthie can't take a hint: "BY?" Annie says, "By you." ["Girl, get in line." -- Sars] Ruthie, in full-fledged hissyfit mode, says beseechingly that she didn't mean anything, and why is she always being accused of being in a bad mood? She thinks Annie is in a bad mood! Stomp stomp stomp. Then we get a totally creepy and abrupt close-up of one of the twins, who says he thinks Annie is in a good mood. The other one says, "A vewy good mood." She says briskly, "Thank you." Wow, I think Ruthie just got her first period.
Chandler says hysterically, "You've got to stop him!" Roxanne and Kevin look at him blankly and say they don't know where else to look, and everything's going to be fine. Chandler, still hysterical, says that everything is not going to be fine, and don't they know any police officers in New York? Yes -- isn't there like, a union for cops? An order? Maybe a fraternal order? Or, um, a radio they can all talk to each other on? Hey, can you Google "NYC COPS" for him? Chandler screeches, "STOP IT!" Kevin says that he made the right decision and that he's just "panicking." Chandler harrumphs, still in hissyfit mode. Hey, I think Chandler just got his first period.
Simon's on the phone, with his legs slung up on his desk. Wow, he looks taller. Why is it that all these kids keep on growing up, but so few of them leave the house? There's a knock on his door; Ruthie barges in and asks that he get off the phone, since he's "not the only person in this house with a life." I'd say the number of people in that house with no life are tied with the people that have lives. And the ones that lives still don't have much to speak of. Simon waves Ruthie out of his room with an annoyed grunt, then gets back to arguing with Cecilia. She wouldn't mind hanging up, but for the plot's sake, we have to get the gist of their fight. It's about prom. No, Blaine, what about prom. No! What! About! Prom! Just say it! Say it! I want to hear you say it! Simon invited someone else and forgot about it, and now he can't take Cecilia. Just kidding. Cecilia doesn't want to go, because it's "a big waste of money, mostly [her] money, since the big expense is a dress." She doesn't want to buy a dress to wear just one time. Then don't buy a foofy, ugly dress. A prom dress is not like a bridesmaid's dress. Cecilia, two words: Thrift store. Two more: Sale rack. Still, skipping prom is fine with me. I went, and in hindsight, I could have skipped it. I went to a lot of high school dances and had fun at them all, but prom was a lot more loaded with significance, and therefore I felt the pressure going in. Who needs that? Simon offers to pay for all of it. Is that why you're pushing a mop around, dude? To pay for a stupid dance? Cecilia says that would be "stupid" of him to do that. Word. Ruthie bursts in, grabs the phone, and yells into it that she needs to make a phone call. Cecilia shrugs, and Ruthie hangs up fiercely then flounces out.