KimberBree wants to get going: "What do you want me to do?" Rex wants her to handcuff him to the bed. She sort of gives him a hesitant look. ["Possibly because they don't have bedposts, so there's nothing for her to handcuff him to, other than the legs of the bed, and that would require him to have a really wide arm span." -- Wing Chun] Rex: "[KimberBree], you are not going to regret taking this journey with me. This is going to infuse our marriage with more passion than you can imagine. You just have to trust me." KimberBree says that she does trust him. "Would you mind if I ran these through this dishwasher once?" she asks. Rex sighs, and agrees.
At the hospital, Susan and her vagina wait to see Mike. The doctors leave his room, chatting with each other. "Please, there's no way that gunshot was self-inflicted," one says. "And he can't remember who stitched him up?" the other says, rolling her eyes. Susan listens warily. She gets up and goes in to see her boyfriend. I'll bet she wishes she'd asked him about his gun stockpile now. Mike apologizes for "ruining dinner." Susan tells him it's okay. "You shot yourself?" she asks. Mike shrugs, and spins this lame story about cleaning his gun. He tells her he didn't want to ruin her Valentine's Day by canceling, and says that he heard what she said. About not wanting kids. She tells him they don't have to talk about it, and he shakes his head: "I just want to be with you above everything else. If that means not being a dad...I may be stupid enough to shoot myself, but I'm not stupid enough to walk away from you." Susan, however, is stupid enough to buy this. I think. "You know that, right?" Mike asks. Susan says that she does. But now I'm starting to think that maybe she's starting to suspect something. She leaves, to let him rest. She thanks her for "being so understanding," and she smiles weakly and leaves, just as the police show up.
So, Pommel, Ponderosa, and Precipice go over to Mrs. Landingham's. Lynette watches from the safety of the sidewalk. "What do you want?" Mrs. Landingham asks. Lynette explains that the boys have something to say. Parallel hands her the clock. She looks down at them. "I have some tea heating on the stove," she says. "Perhaps you better come inside, boys." She then looks at Lynette and asks if she has anything to say. "No, I'll just wait out here," Lynette crabs. "Suit yourself," Mrs. Landingham. "BITCH." Wait, that last one was me. ["And Lynette doesn't think she has anything to apologize for? She should be sterilized -- better late than never." -- Wing Chun]