A woman wearing the dress version of a doily comes down the country club staircase, and James sees her and, as she tells him the kids were looking for him, moves swiftly to put his arms around her. She asks what the boss wanted, but he reasonably convincingly plays it off as nothing, and then says he's going to go meet the guys, and he'll find her and the kids for s'mores later. Oh, Vartan, you're so cute, acting like you've had a carbohydrate since you got out of your teens. He starts to walk away, but turns back to say, "That dress still kills me, you know." Aw. He sure is pretty.
Outside, Hector is making such a production about moving the shrimp that you'd think he was putting them on a raft bound for the Florida Keys. Elsewhere, James has told the boys (like you didn't know these four being friends was the premise of the show; the network has been advertising it as "the male Sex And The City ad nauseam) about being fired; Duncan theorizes that the boss is threatened by James, as he's younger and better-looking, "and worst of all, you've got a hotter wife." Well, that just means that even if James goes tit for tat, he'll be getting the short end of the stick. Brody seconds the "hot wife envy" theory, and James smiles in spite of himself; he continues to be amused as Duncan tells us (again) how great his sex life is now that he and "Lisbeth" are divorced, as if he never told his friends this before and also WE MISSED IT IN THE WINE CELLAR, MY GOD. Karl then gives a beleaguered sigh and complains that he's cheating on "this saint who plans my breakfast in advance." Dude? Then just don't do it. Seriously, it's that simple, and as fratty and doggy as Duncan and Brody may come across, they wouldn't be this weak and lame, I don't think. I don't buy these guys being friends with Karl; as ridiculous as this show is in many ways, I could tolerate it a lot better without this character.