"You like her," Blair presses. "You want the first time she meets Lily and the rest of your family to be perfect." (Aww!) And besides, what's the point of having a mom if you can't share things like that? "Not everyone's willing to wait eighteen years for an 'I Love You'," Blair says, which is a bit of a leap for them both -- and well romantic -- but the central idea, that Chuck Can't Let People In, continues to be a vibrant theme. Mostly because of how whenever he does, and tonight's no exception, everybody gets fucking wicked burned.
The constant fussing of Rufus knows no bounds, as we see him greet his wife at the door of his secret Brooklyn hideout with a charming, "Lily, what are you doing here?" Well, dipshit, she's there to check on her family, specifically Jenny, with her coat buttoned up further than it was when she was married to Bart. He explains about the defcon lockdown he's got her on, and Lily's like, "So she's pretty much furious, presumably." In fact, by comparison to the Incredible Hulk, Jenny is a word proportionally larger than furious. Way to sell your wife on your continuing evolution into a grown-ass man, Rufus. Nothing sexier in a trophy husband than Marvel Comics references. (...I mean, obviously, if you're Lily. Nobody else should have no problem with that.)
Rufus reiterates that rule number one is no dating boys with GIANT BAGS OF PILLS, and then summarily receives a two-second phone call from the ever-available Queller, who lets him know Jenny's been cutting classes all week but she only thought to tell him this morning. Just in time to disrupt Lily asking Rufus to come with her to the Bart thing which, as bad an idea as that clearly is, is even more an awkward demonstration by Lily of her inability to ever apologize out loud.