At Walker Manor, Nora is dressed (nothing says mother-of-the-groom like pea green nylon blends) and is all ready to play host to what will undoubtedly be a carefree and fun-filled dinner party where the halls will echo with laughter and the guests will be too merry to eat. There has to be a first time for everything, right? Before the guests arrive, Nora wants to fork over a sizeable chunk of her nest egg to Simon. Who needs money to retire when you have no job and there are Guatemalan orphans to send to the sweatshop, right? And why bother having an accountant or your legal eagle son look over the prospectus, right? You have love and a $100,000 check and no apparent emotional or financial obligation to your own charitable organization. That's all you need, right? Simon protests, but then takes it. OBVIOUSLY. He swears that they will have some investor meetings or something. In the shower maybe. Sarah manages to miss this magical comingling of funds, fun, and business, but she does notice Nora's glowing good mood. Nora blames it all on having a "really good feeling" about tonight. Holly, David, and Rebecca show up and Nora greets them with Mai Tais and leis. Scotty has done all the food for the evening and everyone is happy and cheerful. Kevin, Kitty and The Senator arrive and David confronts them with an angry, "Did Justin come with you?" They all look uncomfortable at the angry father-in-law thing and sort of shrug. Kitty is wearing her Sue Sylvester wig for the evening, but otherwise looks lovely until she starts coughing ominously, which is television shorthand for IMMINENT DEATH. Sorry to be the one to break it to you. Everyone looks concerned about her, you know, coughing. I have to say that as a semi-hypochondriac I really hate it when a character starts coughing and everyone freaks out and then twenty minutes later the character dies. It happens so frequently in movies that whenever I choke on a cracker I start getting nervous and call my doctor. My doctor is unmoved by my impeccable logic and imminent doom. Boy, will she be sorry when I die in twenty minutes. Anyway, once Kitty's tragic destiny-laden cough is over we cut to Rebecca hiding in Nora's back room of misery (you know, the one where all the fights take place, but not the one where the interventions happen.) She is calling Justin and begging him not to repeat the engagement party where he showed up two hours late and everyone was freaked out and they got in a huge fight and stuff because WE ALREADY SAW IT. She also asks him not to disappear because they will totally get through this phase (the phase where he is a complete dick all the time) and come out happy and healthy and madly in love. Pinky swear! Justin is unmoved. No, really, he's parked in his Jeep somewhere listening to her voicemail and ignoring it. He is wearing a tie, though, so he had some intention of showing up. As he sits and bemoans his lousy lot in life, god steps in to prove that much much worse things could happen -- a little kid on a bike gets hit by an SUV. Justin's Iraq medic training jolts him from the car and he rushes to the kid's aid. He ties a tourniquet like he means it.