Carlos is wearing a satin robe, lighting candles, icing champagne, chocolating up strawberries, and slipping the sex mix into the CD player. Gabby walks in. She's carrying her usual handful of shopping bags, and though she's wearing a cute purple leather blazer, her hair is still in that insane Jaclyn Smith cascade. Gabby sure hopes Carlos isn't trying to get into her tight, tight white jeans, because she may be stuck with him in the house until the "divorce is final," but she's not going to put up with all his "cheesy come-ons." Carlos tries to get a word in, but Gabby steamrolls past him, saying that she knows he probably thinks that she's his "soulmate" and that there's a "vacancy in [his] heart" the exact size and shape of Gabby, blah blah blah. She's just finished admonishing him to "move on" and "forget" her when she walks into the bathroom and, surprise, discovers the tub full of bubble bath and also one bubbly blonde named "Trishelle." Carlos goes to introduce the two ladies, pretending to falter over Gabby's name. Gabby sighs and turns to leave, and the "I Wonder How Much Carlos Paid for That Hooker" music swells!

Speaking of sexy CDs: down at Coma Junction, Susan is trying to jumpstart Mike's memories with some Sounds Of The 70s. Susan sets the scene: one night, down at Mike's favorite fishtaurant "Cappy's," the house band played, and that's how they found their song. Susan hits the remote -- I guess Edie left her beatbox at the hospital after all? -- and "Car Wash" starts to play. By the way, I checked: Car Wash is by someone by the name of "Rose Royce," which is a pretty awesome name. Like "Gnarls Barkley," only better. And yet still not quite as awesome as the name of my favorite Roller Derby girl, "Injure Rogers." Which really is the most great stage name every created. In fact, for the rest of this recap, I want you guys to call me Injure Rogers in your heads. So Susan does this funny and sweet little dance along to "Car Wash," with pointing thumbs and the disco roll, and Mike stares at her like a bored mummy. And just like that, I'm on Susan's side again, the poor, goofy idiot. Cranky Mike clicks the remote and snaps off the music; then he asks Susan to leave, citing fatigue and also a "head ache." Susan gathers up her stuff, pluckily telling him she refuses to "give up": he's going to remember that night down at the fish hole, if only because the night culminated in some fish holing of a different kind.