Welcome to Mini-Golf World! Bree is gloating to George: she's beaten him at "bridge and Mahjong and Hearts," and this is his last chance to redeem himself. If Bree was justifying her friendship with George as her one way to do "cultural" things, miniature golf is maybe a stretch, but my heart is bursting with love for her off-the-shoulder drape-neck top, so I'll go along with it. As George tries to make his shot, Bree tiptoes her finger up his back, Bree whispers "Miss it, miss it, miss it" in his ear, Bree stands next to him and puts her arm around his waist, and Bree generally does everything she can to engorge his penis with blood. On cue, George's face goes all "uh oh" and his toes curl inward and his hands grip his putter tighter. In the background, a vaudevillian oboe of concern "wooh"s. George stands there, and stands there, and stands there in his putting crouch. Bree tries to hurry him along, because now a family is behind them, waiting for their turn at the windmill. Bree tries to jostle George along, but when she touches his arm, he yanks it back, still maintaining his crouch. Finally, Bree understands. "George?" she whispers, and then in a surprisingly normal voice, she says, "Do you have an erection?" George apologies. Bree: "What on earth...?" George: "You were blowing on my ear!" Bree: "I was teasing you." George: "Exactly!" Bree: "You have got to get rid of it. There are children present!" George wonders how Bree thinks he should do that, considering "imagine you're in the middle of a miniature golf course with a family waiting for you to finish with your hole" should be an erection-killer in and of itself. Bree suggests that he think of something unpleasant, "like famine, or disease or...hoboes." Ha!

Later, Bree and George (the latter sans erection) are leaving the mini-golf course. George is explaining that there are things men just can't control, but Bree is having none of it: "I kept this friendship going because I thought Rex's dislike of you was paranoid, but you had feelings for me all along! God, this is just such a betrayal!" George: "Come on! Bree! The only thing I am guilty of is loving you in silence." Bree reminds George that he shouldn't be doing even that, since she's married. "To a selfish, two-faced liar who betrayed you with a hooker," George clarifies. But this only infuriates Bree further, seeing as she told George that stuff in confidence and doesn't appreciate having it thrown back in her face. George: "So, you're ending our friendship, after everything I've done for you?" Bree is understandably confused by this reference to George's tampering with Rex's meds. "Nothing, it didn't mean anything," George backpedals. Bree admits that she does love George, but only as a friend, and she wishes his feelings for her were similarly chaste, but since obviously they aren't (she pauses here, casting what I believe is an askance peek at his crotch), then this is goodbye.