Courtney pulls Señor Stinky away for a tour of the set. Dickless looks after them with an expression of pure disgust on his face. He's either eaten some bad clams or he doesn't like Señor Stinky. Ah, it's the latter, I believe. "Dude! What does she see in that guy?" he asks. Hairless has the answer. "I hear his family are big muckety-mucks in the sports trophy business," says Hairless, in a manner which would lead me to believe that what he really means is, "Her boyfriend's a loser who sells cheap-ass high-school lobby trophies, but he thinks he's hella-cool because he's a clueless dipshit."
Later that day, Kevin's loaded for fucking bear and having difficulty finding his way across the set. He's got three bags of groceries, some dry cleaning, and his clipboard, and he looks like he's struggling just to keep upright. He passes Dave, who's taking a well-earned break from DOING NOTHING. Kev stops and asks Dave if he'll help him carry this stuff to Hunter's trailer. "No way, dude," says Dave. "I'm not her sherpa." Wow. Way to fall to the bottom of my personal favorites heap, dude. Kevin's all, "Thanks, dude. Appreciate it. That's just..." and then he mumbles and fumbles his way over to Hunter's trailer and barely makes a knock on her door without falling over backwards. Hunter grabs her stuff and then tells Kevin that she needs a couple of other things. Rob ambles by and sees this interaction and tells Hunter that she can't use Kevin to run personal errands for her. "If you want help," Rob says, "hire yourself a personal assistant." Hunter slams her door and Rob grabs Kevin. Just as I'm thinking to myself that Rob's acting pretty damn cool about all this, he shoves some cash into Kevin's hand and asks him to run down to the drugstore and pick up his Xanax prescription. Dammit. And here I was all ready to start liking Rob. Okay, not really.