Over at Casa Mary Alice, Zack heads into The Shed. He gets a gun of a box and looks at it thoughtfully. Did we not learn from Passions never to forget the shed?

Dr. Goldfine informs the Van de Kamps that he thinks they would benefit from "private sessions." KimberBree doesn't understand. "Why do we need private lessons?" Why isn't my hair smooth and flippy like yours? Why don't I own an adorable tweedy suit like yours? These are my questions. I am alarmingly charmed by KimberBree's look. Am I turning Stepford? Dr. Goldfine explains that there are things Rex would like to discuss in private. As you can well imagine. Rex yelps that he really, really needs this, okay? "Fine," KimberBree chirps, although you can tell she's thinking about killing him, wrapping him in plastic, and burying him in a shallow grave by the side of a highway. She tells Goldfine that that's fine...but if Rex tells him anything to do with "adultery, prostitution, or internet pornography, [she'd] really appreciate [Dr. Goldfine's] taking a moral hard line." Rex looks put-upon. Dr Goldfine looks sort of turned on. With that, KimberBree swings her tennis racket over her shoulder and goes. I can't believe she let the opportunity for an "I SAY GOOD DAY, SIR"-type farewell pass her by like that.