Simon rushes out of his room to clobber Ruthie, and literally runs into Lucy, who has Xtina in tow with her roll-y-poly suitcase. Lucy calls her "a friend from school," ha ha, and says she'll be staying there for a few days. Simon excuses himself to "go kill someone," and Xtina looks after him lasciviously. "Cuuute," she says to Lucy. Lucy is all, "More like rude!" Xtina gives him a little look over her shoulder, then flounces off.

The camera angle is all tilt-y as Simon yells at Ruthie, "Who do you think you are slamming down the phone like that!" ["Oh, because the Camdens never just hang up without saying goodbye. Oh, wait. They do that ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME. I hate this goddamn show." -- Sars] Ruthie says she's someone who needed to make a phone call, now it's been made, and he can "have [his] stupid phone back." Simon asks theoretically if it isn't a rule that they're supposed to respect each other in this house. She says no one respects her. "No one even pretends to!" She locks herself in the bathroom. Simon, somehow softened by this stupid tirade, knocks and says, "Hey, it's me. Simon, your favorite sibling." Ruthie is all, "GO AWAY!" Simon continues to negotiate; after all, they "share a room." They DO? What the fuck? They share a room, and Lucy is bringing home another person? Simon says he "can't take" both Cecilia and Ruthie not talking to him. What a pussy. Peter wanders up, and he also looks taller than last week. His hair is combed differently too. He asks casually, "Ruthie here?" Yes, she's locked in the bathroom, totally ragging out. Simon says if Peter "ever does anything to hurt [Ruthie], [he'll] find out about it, and [he] know[s] where [Peter] live[s]." Oh, is that a threat with abusive undertones? I thought we learned last week that that isn't cool? Peter just says, "Okay." Simon wheels off, and Peter says through the door, "He's gone." Ruthie emerges, and Peter asks if she's been crying. She asks if it looks like she's been crying, and goggles her eyes at him crazily. He says yeah, and she says, "So what! Stop looking at me!" He turns around complacently and stares in the opposite direction. Ruthie folds her arms and fumes.