The next...day? I guess? Bree is over getting her head shrunk by Dr. Goldfine. She's telling the story of George's proposal, saying how awful it was, how George's mother and her friend were there, and how if Bree had declined it would have "devastated" George. Dr. Goldfine: "So you agreed to marry him just to be polite?" Bree: "Well, obviously there's a down side to having good manners." That Bree! Dr. Goldfine asks her when she plans to tell George how she really feels, and Bree confesses that part of her actually wants to go through with it: "I know it sounds rash, but there's something comfortable about George." Personally, "comfortable" isn't exactly how I'd describe George. More like "cringetastic." Bree goes on to list the many reasons George is a good companion for her, and many of them are things I've pointed out in the past as signs of their compatibility (if only not for George's supreme craziness): "He has the same tastes and interests, and oh! He likes the opera...we saw Aida last week, and we both cried buckets. It was fun! George loves art, poetry, music. It would be nice to be married to someone who looks for beauty in the world, like I do." Dr. Goldfine appears not at all convinced, and Bree puts her head in her hands and admits that she doesn't know what to do. Dr. Goldfine: "You've said many times how comfortable you are with George. But you don't feel for him the way you felt for Rex." Which, I think, is exactly the point. I think the last thing Bree wants is to put herself in the position of having her heart shattered again: "No. True love is...great. But at this point in my life, I think I'd rather just go to the opera." With a scary and manipulative sociopath.
Meanwhile, over at the Breakup Bond-a-Thon, Susan and Karl appear to be, as the British say, "absolutely legless" (i.e., blasted drunk). Wait a second. If this is happening at the same time as Bree's therapy session, I guess that means that Bree goes to therapy in the middle of the night? Okay! Susan tries to stop Karl as he goes to pour her another glass: "Four glasses is my limit." (Ha! Four glasses? Considering Susan is all of ninety pounds, that means she's actually very, very drunk, indeed -- like, "wake up in Tijuana four days later" drunk). Karl promises to tell Susan why he and Edie split if she agrees to keep drinking. Susan: "Hit me." Karl tops off her glass and tells her, "Edie was making the bed, and found a picture I kept under the mattress -- a picture I didn't want her to see." What was it? Why, a picture of Susan! Which is just something Karl likes to "take a look at every now and then." Susan looks flabbergasted, and also drunk. And wait, is Susan suddenly eating strawberries in this scene? Are things taking a sexy turn? Yes! Because the very next thing Karl does is pull Susan in for a kiss! Susan looks incredibly confused, and also drunk, and then she busts into giggles: "What the hell was that?" Karl: "That was something I've been wanting to do for quite some time." Susan scoffs, saying that Karl's just rebounding from Edie. Karl points out that Susan is rebounding from the plumber, so "no harm, no foul." Susan: "Karl...don't be so weird." Ha! For some reason, this didn't strike me as funny before -- Susan calling Karl "weird," but it's very funny on the second viewing. Maybe I'm drunk? Karl: "We're two old friends who suddenly find themselves single. There's nothing weird about us helping each other out to be...a little less lonely." This argument seems to strike a chord with Susan, who looks suddenly looks very "now that you mention it"ish. And also: drunk. Cue the "ill-advised ex sex" music!