Inside, Duncan pede-berates Cameron for her attitude; she complains about having to fetch coffee, and now she's lost me; for a nineteen-year-old, she's got it pretty great here, especially if she's able to score a few free macchiatos out of the deal. Duncan basically tells her that...

...and then leads her into a storeroom that...well, let's just rely on the description mothers around the world would use and say that it looks like a tornado hit it. Duncan tells her to get it in shape by Monday, or she's out on her ass. He leaves, and Cameron looks around in dismay. The inside of the local Starbucks isn't looking so bad now, eh, Cam?

God, I just realized another negative of this show -- I couldn't find golf more boring. Brody takes a swing and gets in the cart with a waiting Karl, who complains that all Marla thinks about is her carb intake and whines that he needs to end things with her. Don't care. Neither does Brody, who asks what the problem is, but Karl says it's hard when she wears underwear "like this." Karl produces some tiny number that looks like Marla got it at Toys In Babeland, and Brody's instant hard-on sends the steering wheel flying all over the place.