I'm not trying to be mean but, Robin Williams, can you PLEASE retire? I know Mrs. Doubtfire was a big hit, but since then -- this robot flick. It's time to give it up now. Don't you have enough money? Go home. Take up a sport or two to burn off your excess energy. Clear the stage for someone else, why don't you?

In the room behind the closet, Lucy guesses that Mary met a guy at community service. Yes, she did, and his name is Robbie. Robbie Palmer. He goes to school across town. Mary repeats his name several times orgasmically and says that she loves it. This is the part where someone cornier than me would say something like, "Might as well face it, Mary, you're addicted to love." Instead, I'll say that I bet one of the writers was watching VH1 the day before coming up with Robbie's name. He told the other writers, "Robbie Palmer. That's catchy, isn't it?" The others agreed. After the show aired, various friends and relatives called each writer and said, "I didn't know you were such a big fan of Robert Palmer." Each writer, in turn, tried to play it off by saying, "Yeah. Um, yeah, I am." Mary gloats about seeing Robbie every day at community service and not having to tell the CamRents about it. Lucy gets all teacher's-pet-reminding-teacher-she-forgot-to-assign-homework on Mary. Blah, blah. "It's not like I'm on some kind of crime wave or something," argues Mary. "Yeah, but you're supposed to be on a punishment wave!" points out Lucy. Ooh! Busted! Mary points out that no one ever said punishment was supposed to be a bad thing. "Blah blah parents!" says Lucy. "And that's why we're not gonna tell 'em," sighs moony Mary. Ah, young stupidity. Oops, I mean, "young love."