After the meeting, Bree helps Hempy to clean up the donut mess while she raves about how glorious and "passionate" the opera truly is. Hempy: "Yeah, three-hundred-pound sopranos seducing balding tenors -- that'd be totally hot." Bree, flirting: "You making fun of me?" She pokes Hempy teasingly in the sides; then she gets in all close and lines her mouth up with his in clear preparation for docking procedure. And with that, Hempy's last shred of resolve slips away, and he leans in for a...

...but wait! With the same reliability of cars that never start when you most need them to, the door swings open behind Bree and Hempy and, at the last possible moment, the kiss is derailed. Who's come to ruin Bree's lusty hopes and reams? Why it's M.C. Gainey, the terrifying naked biker thug from Sideways! (For some wrong reason, my boyfriend and I watched that entire scene on frame-by-frame advance, and no matter how much I try or drink, I can never quite rid myself of the memory of his pear-shaped frame lurching up and down, up and down, with his weathered stomach and mannibles flopping tremendously. Not that there's that many people who would look good running naked under the unforgiving glare of frame-by-frame advance, yet still: wow.) Meet Claude, Hempy's SA sponsor. M.C. Flappy Claude is not pleased with the scene he sees before him, no not at all. For one, he and Hempy had plans for dinner, and he's hangry (have you heard this, the new term for so being so hungry you're angry?). For two, he maybe has ogle-type feelings of his own for Hempy? This is never really discussed openly, but there's an undercurrent of jealousy here that feels like it reaches beyond the boundaries of normal sponsor-sponsored relationships. And three, M.C. Flappy Claude expressly told Hempy to avoid all "lust triggers," a class of situations of which Bree is most decidedly a most excellent example. M.C. Flappy Claude leeringly says it a few more times: "Lust trigger, lust trigger." Bree: "Um, excuse me, I don't know what that means, but can you please stop saying it?" M.C. Flappy Claude makes Hempy pull out his chip, which, as M.C. Flappy Claude reminds him, "represents twelve months of hard work": "If you want to blow all that on this woman, just tell me now so I can stop wasting my time." Bree and Hempy exchange pleading looks, and then Hempy resignedly turns to leave. Claude: "Good. Now tell the pretty lady goodbye, and that you can't socialize with her anymore. And do it quick, I'm hungry." Hungry, and (as I can't help but know) hiding a swaying mound of poorly molded ambrosia pudding underneath those clothes.