Anyway, nothing's happening in the toilet other than some gurgling poo bombs floating around, so Kevin, being a stand-up kind of guy, drops the lid down on the toilet and beats the hell out of Rob's office, running into Kristin Davis on the way out. Now, are you paying attention? Can you guess what's coming? Thaaaat's right. Kristin goes into Rob's office, sees that he's not around, and helps herself to the vanity mirror in his bathroom. Does she have a nose? Can't she smell the eau de falafel? Damn. I'd be making all sorts of faces at the stench and trying to locate the nearest stick of incense if I were her. Rob enters, and he and Kristin have this kind of mutual-admiration-society conversation wherein they tell each other how great the other person is, and they keep chit-chatting about nothing whatsoever until Rob finally brings up the whole Letterman and the ex-boyfriend thing, which leads to him finally, MERCIFULLY, asking her out to dinner for the following night. It would appear that Kristin Davis has recently had her left frontal lobe removed for scientific research, because she actually agrees to go out with Rob. Kevin arrives and performs his deus ex machina job by telling Kristin that she's wanted on the set. Kristin leaves and -- are you ready? Rob enters his bathroom to pee, opens the lid, and comes face to face with the odiferous contents of Kevin's digestive tract.
In Hunter's trailer, Dave's standing around waiting for Hunter to stop talking about herself as Hunter gets out of the shower. She's bitching about how just because she asked Rob to give Dave a part on the show, Rob cut her out of this week's episode. But thank God she has a personal life. "Take your pants off. I don't want to think right now." Heh. Dave tells Hunter that they should talk. "Blah blah blah. All you ever want to do is talk. It's like having a relationship with a girl," says Hunter. Hank4 shoots me a look, which I ignore because, quite frankly, I'm not nearly as chatty as other girls and he knows it. I also don't like to be held for hours after sex. Creeps me out. Sex, cuddle, roll. That's my credo. As I pretend not to see Hank4's glance, Dave's telling Hunter that he can't do this anymore. "You've been so good to me," he says. "And I really...I don't deserve you." The hell he doesn't! If he can't get his shit together and ask Schmarcy out, then he deserves every last BIT of the Barracuda. Dave then holds out the Porsche keys and states that he hopes they can be friends. Hunter, who apparently has been studying at the same diva finishing school as Barbra Streisand and Jennifer Lopez, goes off on quite a little tirade about how Dave's nothing and she's a big star and how she can't BELIEVE HE'S BREAKING UP WITH HER. "I'm famous," she screams, "I'm beautiful. I'm on THERMOSES!!" So was Shirley Partridge, Huntley. Don't bank on that whole thermos thing. Dave insists that it's not working out. Hunter agrees. Well, she doesn't really agree. She throws a coffee mug at his head. Dave gets the hell out.