Today's Guest-Star Credits Timewaster consists of RevCam in his office, staring at photos of his brood. I know the acting on this show can get pretty wooden at times, but these are definitely still photos. You can tell because the people's heads are in frames. Aw, there's a picture of Robbie! But Eric's just now adding pictures of the twins? Aren't they almost three years old? Some Father of the Year.
Lucy and Mary bounce in and demand that RevCam find them husbands. So is this some kind of time-travel episode in which the Camdens have traveled back to, say, nineteenth-century England? To his credit, RevCam thinks their idea is bullshit. The girls, however, try to goad him into the husband-finding by taunting him, insisting that he's just scared of the task. Who knows? Annie's done such a number on his self-esteem that this tactic may actually work for them.
There's the lovely and talented Cruella de Annie now. She's come home late from a PTA meeting and is about to prepare dinner. The meal looks like it will consist of some celery and an onion. Mmm, yummy. Will there be gruel for dessert? Ruthie informs her of the sisters' wacky plan to have the CamRents hook them up with husbands. Simon walks in and laughs, but it's no surprise that control freak Annie thinks it is an "interesting" idea. Simon asks who his mom would fix him up with. She says, "Oh, come on. We both know." She elects to keep us in suspense, though -- if by "suspense," you mean "annoyance that anyone would come up with a plot so stupid in this day and age." Simon sure looks irritated as he tells Annie not to bother sharing her answer with him. How many girls has Simon dated anyway? Just vile Hickey Deena, boring Sasha, and that witless pregnant girl we'll never see again. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out Cruella's answer through the process of elimination. Dopey comes in and scoffs at the whole husband-finding idea, prompting Cruella to lecture her ungrateful children about how insightful she is. Perhaps bored by the perpetual lack of a plotline for herself, Ruthie tries to get Annie to spill the beans. When Annie won't tell her, Ruthie leaves to go upstairs. There's a neatly folded pile of towels on the landing of the front stairs. What an odd place to store one's towels. You'd think in a house that huge there would be at least one linen closet.