Somewhere in Switzerland. Bree and Orson are packing up to leave their hotel (featuring separate beds, Bert-and-Ernie-style). Bree, looking resplendent in a yolk-yellow cardigan with retro sweater clasp, is fussily packing up her toiletries. Orson picks up on her mood and reminds her that they can totally postpone their return, but Bree won't hear of missing Gabby's wedding. He cheerfully Felix Ungers that he'll be wrapping the dress she'll be wearing to the wedding in tissue so it won't wrinkle up in the luggage. Bree tearfully says how she doesn't deserve a man like Orson; in fact, she wouldn't blame him if he just up and left her. Orson, chiding: "Stop. I'm going to raise this child and love it as if it were my own." Whattttt? Wait, seriously...it can't be George's child, because that would make Bree like 16 months pregnant, right? Did some hanky get panked in the land of watches and chocolate?

Mayor McBusive and Gabby are at the mansion, having a fancy get-to-know-you dinner with Mayor McBusive's dad, played by none other than Mike Farrell, the man whom this M*A*S*H geek (who wore her 4077 M*A*S*H shirt on more than one picture day growing up) will never, ever stop thinking of as Captain B.J. Hunnicutt. So McBusive Senior is smarming all over Gabby about her intense beauty, etc. Gabby, coquettishly: "I'm sure I have a blemish hidden away somewhere." B.J.: "That's a search I would relish." Ew. Rather than be offended, Mayor McBusive just tells his dad that Gabby is "way out of [his] league." And just when you thought this scene couldn't get any grosser, Gabby says, "Honey, he's a multimillionaire. He runs my league." Are we getting set up for some horrifying father-son B.J. three-way here? It's like suddenly we're in the middle of a particularly unsettling segment of HBO's Real Sex. Thank(GOD!)fully, talk turns away from the horrifying innuendos as B.J. McBusive casually mentions that some senator friend of his is interested in backing Mayor McBusive in the governor's race. The prompts Gabby to go on a long, endless, oblivious tirade about how she loathes being a campaign wife and she absolutely forbids her husband-to-be to even consider running for governor. The Mayor and his dad exchange uncomfortable glances as oblivioGabby takes a smug swig of wine. Did you know that B.J. Hunnicutt hailed from the very real Mill Valley, CA, home of the high school of yours truly? It's a M*A*S*H fact!