"A dinner party?" Rex wonders if he has to go. KimberBree says she thinks so, especially since they're hosting. She packs his lunch, and then announces that he won't be drinking at this party: "Because when you drink you get chatty. No one needs to know that we're seeing Dr. Goldfine." Rex snips that maybe they'd be making more progress in the counseling if KimberBree spent as much time working on their problems as she did covering them up. "Not a drop," is KimberBree's response. Rex sputters that the whole cover-up is ridiculous: "This whole thing about us taking tennis lessons." KimberBree points out that the nurses at Rex's office might wonder where's he's going off to three times a week, and "tennis lessons are a plausible alibi." Rex just turns to go, wondering sarcastically how their fictional tennis game is reacting. "My backhand has improved immensely, but you're still having problems with your serve," KimberBree rattles off easily. Rex takes his lunch and grouses his way out the door.
"A dinner party?" It's Karl, Susan's nasty ex. She wonders if he can keep Julie an extra night. Karl is played by Richard Burgi, whom I just saw on Seinfeld twenty minutes ago. ["I'm pretty sure Karl was played by someone different in the pilot; if I'm remembering right, it looked like this guy." -- Wing Chun] Everyone on this show was on Seinfeld: Marcia Cross was the dermatologist Jerry insulted when he said she wasn't a "real doctor"; Brenda Strong was, of course, Sue-Ellen Mishkie, the Oh Henry Bar heiress and braless wonder; and Teri Hatcher, was, as we all know, both real and spectacular. Anyway, Karl can watch Julie, but, he adds, he and "Brandi" are leaving Sunday for a week at "the cabin." Brandi waves at Susan from her perch on Karl's Penismobile and takes a long glug from her soda. "What cabin?" Susan asks. Karl smirks that escrow closed just yesterday. "You can afford a cabin but you can't afford child support?" Susan sputters. "The check is in the mail," Karl smarms. Susan opens her mailbox, looks in and slams it shut. "No, it's not," she snaps. Enter Julie. "I found my dental guard. I'm ready...stop fighting," she asks. Susan tells her that they're being as civil as they possibly can be. "Like I said, stop fighting," Julie reiterates, and heads to the car. Brandi tosses her empty at the trash bin near Susan's feet, but it misses and rolls around on the grass for a long moment. "Excuse me, Brandi? Do you mind?" Susan asks, icily. Everyone looks, you know, awkward. "Oh. Okay," Brandi says, and heads over to pick up her trash. Karl stops her and asks why Susan doesn't pick it up. Karl and Susan argue about the etiquette of empties, while both Brandi and Julie look concerned and embarrassed and make tentative movements to retrieve the can. "Fine. This is so typical," Karl says, and reaches for it himself. Susan kicks it right out of his reach. "I'm sorry. Was that petulant, too?" she asks. Karl snaps that she can pick up the can himself. "Well, you can just go to hell!" Susan retorts, and kicks it him. But it lands right in front of Mysterious Mike and Bongo (this Thursday, at the Whiskey!). "Do you want me to pick it up?" Mike asks. Susan's mouth just hangs opens and she sort of shrugs. Say it with me: poooooor Susan.