Now Harry is helping Teen Dex get ready for the dance. He continues, "Get her punch. Get the door for her. And if you find yourself alone with her, and things get romantic..." "Dad, I've kissed a girl before." Harry's shocked to hear this, and wants details. "It was okay," is all Dex is willing to offer. Harry tells him about how different women are, and how women experience intimacy differently than men. "When they're with someone physically, they feel connected, and they know when you're not, they can sense it because you're very exposed...emotionally. Son, this is going to be very dangerous for you." Dexter thinks he can fake it. "Buddy," says Harry, "You can learn to fake a lot of things. But this is a tough one." Dexter heads out to the dance.

Dexter's with Angel in his car, driving him home. Angel is passed out in the passenger seat. "Is this it?" Dex asks. Only snoring. "Angel, I've only been here one time, I don't remember." He shoves him to wake him up, and says, "Your wife's gonna love me." Inside, Dexter carries Angel's drunk ass over to the couch, VOing, "The problem with being normal is that normal people get into stupid situations like this." As Angel collapses on the couch, his wife, Nina, comes out. "You scared the hell out of me!" "Sorry, Nina," apologizes Dexter. He reintroduces himself, and she wants to know what they're doing there. Dexter explains, not knowing about the situation between Nina and Angel, that they were out celebrating his pay bump. Nina's surprised to hear that he got a raise, and Dexter's surprised that she doesn't know. Finally, after a lot of awkwardness, she comes out with it: "He doesn't live here anymore." "Oh." "We're separated." "Oh." "So...goodnight." Right, gotcha. Dexter punches the sleeping Angel right in the medial portion of his thigh, no doubt triggering a cremasteric reflex, and pulls him up. On their way out, Dexter sarcastically says, "La pasión." Heh.

Next morning, Dexter's hovering over Angel's hungover carcass, trying to motivate him out of bed. "Angel, we're really late for work, amigo." Groaning, Angel sits up a bit. "I guess I had one to many, huh?" "Yeah, then about ten more." Angel gets up, commenting on how neat Dexter's place is, and then heads over to the air conditioner for some cool sweetness. He starts fiddling with the vents and looking inside, but before he can see Dexter's Little Box O' Conquests, Dexter distracts him with some coffee, reminding him "the pressure's on with this Ice Truck Killer situation," and his voice sounds the same way it did when he played the stoner version of David Fischer when Nate narmed on Six Feet Under. Angel says that he'll lock up, and that he needs to go home because his wife will be worried, which...poor guy. Dex says he'll just wait and drop him off at his car. Angel goes to the WC, probably to barf, as Dexter VOs, "Somehow it's reassuring not to be the only one pretending to be normal."