Cut to Justin, head in hand, staring miserably into the middle distance as Kevin recaps the conversation and says he thinks he got through to Kitty, and has she said anything to Justin about McCallister? Justin doesn't answer, which Kevin interprets as a rehab thing, that Justin isn't talking, and does Justin want to pass him notes (hee), and Justin interrupts to bitch that every time he opens his mouth, it starts a fight between other family members. Then he tells Kevin that that Thursday is Family Day, and Kevin has to get everyone else in the family to come. Kevin is confused, so Justin explains that the rest of the family has to discuss their issues in group therapy. Kevin is even more confused now: "Have you told them about our -- I mean, warned them about our family?" Then he proposes bringing only two people, just him and Tommy, say, but Justin is getting impatient and says that it's "non-negotiable"; everyone has to be there. "I need everyone there." Kevin backs down, musing that maybe they could all use some therapy. "Maybe"? Justin feels me and sighs, exasperated. Kevin grimaces all "...jeez."
The predictable "comedic" scene that follows is faintly amusing for regular viewers of the show to watch, but not interesting to read about, so I'll nutshell it for you: Nora cannot operate the phone system, screwed up the shipping invoices, made a unilateral decision to allow dogs in the office because she read somewhere that on-site canines improve job performance and satisfaction, and is generally causing chaos and aggravating Tommy.
Kitty is at McCallister's ranch; he's fixing drinks and explaining that it used to be a working cattle ranch, but after his father's death they pared it down to ponies for his kids, some ducks and rabbits, and "a goat named Millie," which is an aggressively folksy detail, and I'm not sure it's supposed to be. Kitty admires a picture of his kids -- Jack, 8, and Sophia, 10 "going on 40" -- and then the topic changes to the job offer. He reminds the viewers that Kitty said McCallister wouldn't want her to work for him if he knew her better. "You wouldn't," she says crisply, and he asks what disqualifies her, aside from a lack of experience, which apparently is not sufficient as far as he's concerned. She says she doesn't know him well enough to know if she wants to work with him. I think it's more that she does know she wants to do the Posturepedic polka with him, but can't if he's her boss, but okay, we'll accept the first answer for now. McCallister, unlocking a cabinet, says, "Now we're getting somewhere," and removes a rifle (I think...I don't know from firearms, don't email me), and Kitty babbles a bit about rephrasing that more politely. McCallister thinks it's reasonable of her to want to get to know him better. Kitty raises an eyebrow and asks what the gun is for. "We're Republicans. It's foreplay." Rob Lowe tries to sell it with the line delivery, but it doesn't really land. Kitty's like, "...Eep." He laughs that he's kidding, and Kitty smiles mirthlessly, perhaps in part because she's wearing way too much lipstick.