Jackson and Susan are at a really cute date, all giggly and adorable. He says it's the best second first date he's ever had. She agrees, and says that knowing they won't have sex takes all the pressure off. He's like, "That's something we know?" She says that starting over means doing things right. To Susan that means no date until at least the fourth date, because they need to get to know each other. He says he knows her, and she quizzes him. The question she chooses to ask is "What's my least favorite word?" Yeah, I don't think that knowing that about something means you know them, and I also don't think that not knowing that means you don't know them. I think Jackson agrees, because this once wonderful date seems to be getting less and less fun for him by the second. He doesn't hesitate in his response to her quiz, though. He thinks it's phlegm. Good guess, Jackson. Phlegm is a gross word. It's wrong, though. Susan says her least favorite word is panties, except when it's larva or chunks. She wants to know something about him. He says he's a painter, and he doesn't mean just the kind who paints houses. He paints art on a canvas, after art school in Paris. And his professor had a beret, "so you know he was good." He's been painting houses, though, because he's been blocked for about a year. She's glad he told her this, since they're getting to know each other. Jackson says he's glad, too, because now he's creatively and sexually frustrated.

Mrs. McCluskey and her hardcore sister, Lily Tomlin... er, Roberta, are talking about those phone records they teased us with at the end of last week's episode. Roberta's looked into them and has found a pattern. Creepy Dave gets a string of calls around the first of every month from a number in Boston. All short. He calls back a few days later, and he's calling a Boston hospital, the office of a psychiatrist, Dr. Samuel Heller. Mrs. McC doesn't see the "big whoop" in Creepy Dave talking to a shrink, but Roberta shows her that Dr. Heller specializes in treating the "criminally insane." Yeah, Roberta, tell Mrs. McC and us something that we don't already know.

Gaby's lounging on a floaty chair in Mrs. Hildebrandt's pool drinking margaritas, while Carlos sits by the pool with a scowl and the girls play. Mrs. H comes out to tell the girls that the chef is taking fresh-baked cookies out of the oven. They run inside. And Carlos and Gaby, not grasping the concept of "oven," let their kids run inside to the scalding hot cookies. The parenting on these two is really something. Mrs. H tells Gaby and Carlos how nice it is to hear the sound of children's laughter. She asks them to stay the weekend. Gaby'd love to, though Carlos tries to make excuses not to: It's Celia's birthday party on Sunday, and he doesn't have a change of clothes. The women come up with solutions to both of these, and Carlos has nothing. Mrs. H goes inside to get the servant to make another margarita for Gaby. When she's gone, Carlos tells her he doesn't feel comfortable with this, but she wants the lobster dinner. She tells Carlos to "look at this place," and he tells her the pitch black here is the same. He wants professional distance, but Gaby wants to be the human contact that Mrs. H is longing for. When the servant comes out with the margarita, Gaby gets way too into this rich life and makes him walk into the pool fully clothed to bring the drink to her.