That Jetta car commercial with the repetitive beats starts reinforcing the masturbatory tone the entire evening has taken. Then Sarah Michelle Gellar comes on and ruins the whole thing. Jennifer Love Hewitt finishes the commercial break like a bucket of ice water in my lap.
Ally is whining to Renee about the kiss. After the second kiss Ling just walked out of the room. Billy rings the doorbell. He's not there about the hot girl-on-girl action but rather to talk to Renee. Renee babies so hard I have a hard time hearing what she says. Through all the whispering and the pursing of the lips I know she said something and then this Hitchcock/Bruckheimer music started up, so I guess she told him off but good. "Okay, what did I miss?" asks Ally. "Yeah, me too?" I ask.
Shot of pond. Strummy piano music. Exterior of a building. John and Fish are sitting on a couch sharing some breath spray. Neither got sweet loving the night before. Nelle just went to sleep and Ling has developed a callous on her knee. John decides to be the new "John Cage." There's a bad fart joke that I'm not going to share.