Natalie and Jeremy are in bed in daylight, and he's telling her how they can use five million for the wedding (!) in Capri, and then five million for the honeymoon, which will be "a year of us just bumming around." Compared to your other expenditures, five million for a year seems positively thrifty. That's not even fifteen grand a day! Can we be realistic, here? Not to mention that this means they're planning to drop the kid somewhere on the road, or at least that's what Jeremy's thinking. I'm guessing Natalie's planning at this point begins and ends with tons of sex and absolutely no protection. Natalie asks if Jeremy's figured out where he's going to have his party. And he has -- in fact, if he can swing it, he guarantees that no one's going to show up to Juliet's "French farce at home." He then inquires if he can hurt the baby when they "do it." I'm hoping that he's asking because he was about to climb on top of her, but she nonetheless joshes that he's quite a man. "You're quite formidable." The boxers will tell all.
Karen and Patrick get off the Darling elevator downstairs, and Karen tells him that it would mean the world to Freddy if he could have his bachelor party at "Tehnbrook" like Patrick did, but he can't unless he's a member. Yes, we certainly have reason to believe that Patrick's bachelor party was a members-only affair. Patrick, far more prissily than we've seen from him, is not so much into the idea, and Karen realizes that he doesn't think Freddy is good enough for the place. Patrick loftily opines that Freddy isn't exactly the average member. Karen: "I never thought you had much of a taste for the average member." Uh oh. I think Karen and I are more alike than I thought. Maybe she'll take me to L.A. for sushi! Karen mentions Patrick's "special friend" with the low voice and the eyeliner, and Patrick's hesitant stuttering about the whole thing seems pretty cheap, actually, given that his proclivities are not exactly the most well-kept secret. I think soon even Brian Jr.'s going to be like, "Nice Adam's apple on your girlfriend, Uncle Pat." Karen says that she would never tell, and then is like, "Give Ellen my best." Patrick, if you want to be electable, you're going to have to improve your poker face. Perhaps you could start by, you know, getting one.
Juliet pops in to Nick's office, but Daisy tells her he's in with Jeremy, so she decides to sit and wait, in an obvious effort to "overhear" the party details. And indeed, Jeremy's talking food, drinks, band and DJ -- it sounds fun, boozy, and caloric, which is to say, fun, fun, and fun. Still, this is nowhere near the budget-blower that Nick had anticipated, and he commends Jeremy on his restraint, so Jeremy speculates that when Nick had Kiki, he had to "rein in the hookers and the blow." Heh. Just now, Daisy leaves her desk, allowing Juliet to get up and press her ear to the door in time for Jeremy's declaration that Natalie's pregnant. Juliet covers her mouth in shock, and then sits back down right before Daisy returns. Jeremy orders Nick not to tell Tripp. "I don't want him paying her off like he always does. I like this one." Dude, lower your voice -- you don't want to give Juliet any bright ideas. She's about to get her own twenty-five million, after all. Nick wonders if Jeremy's ready, but he smiles that he is in fact prepared to slow down. "I'm ready to be sensible." I'm betting on irony in three, two, one..."I want to have my party on the Brooklyn Bridge." Cha-CHING!