Cut to George, dropping KimberBree off in front of her house. He tells her he had "a wonderful time." She looks up at her closed bedroom curtains and says that she did too. She hops out of the car and shuts the door very, very loudly. She apologizes for not being about to let him in. "I get it," says George. "Rex still lives in the house. It would be awkward." KimberBree smiles and says that she would rather "cut off [her] own hand" than hurt Rex's feelings. She slams George's trunk closed, loudly. No movement from upstairs. She says it'll be easier for them when Rex moves out. Are they on for lunch the next day? George asks. Upstairs, Rex's hand draws back the curtain, and KimberBree leaps into George's arms. "I'd love to," she says, eyeing the window. The curtain swings back down. And that's all we get of the divine Steven Culp this week, more's the pity. "Pick me up at 1, and we'll do something fun," KimberBree tells George. He hands her some packages, and leaves. Her phone rings. "Oh, hi Lynette. WHAT?"
Casa House Arrest. Gabrielle runs outside to greet her jailbird lover with a bottle of champers and absolutely no body fat whatsoever. Eva Longoria doesn't look unhealthy, but she is incredibly wee. The cops set up Carlos's little house arrest alarm system and he tells them to "take it easy" when they leave. She pours them the booze and apologizes that it's "the cheap stuff." She says she had to economize while Carlos was gone, but now that he's back, they can restock the wine cellar. Carlos thinks this is a great idea, except for how he can't work, since he's all on house arrest and stuff. Gabrielle is horrified by this. He further explains that if he moves too far away from the house, his alarm notifies the FBI and he gets hauled to the big house. "What do they expect us to do for money?" Gabrielle wonders. Carlos assures her that their lawyer is still working on unfreezing some of their accounts. Besides, hasn't she been working? "Carlos, this is not like New York, where I made thousands of dollars a day modeling haute couture," Gabrielle says. She utterly mangles the pronunciation of "haute couture," to the extent that it barely even sounds like words. I don't know if I can recreate it in the written word, but it's like, "UGGGGGGHT CUUUUUUTUUUUGH." She sounds like she has a badger trapped in her throat. Anyway, she reminds him that she's doing BOAT SHOWS. Carlos nicely tells her that he would buy two boats from her. "Where's my toast?" he asks. "Welcome home," Gabrielle sulks. Her phone rings. "Hi, [Kimber]Bree. WHAT?"