"In some situations," Cunningham says, "'you moron piece of shit' may be heard as a blessed solicitor." Butchie is as puzzled by this as I am, but Cunningham doesn't stop to explain, cheerily saying hello to Cissy. "I'm sure your mother doesn't remember me," Cunningham says when Butchie asks if they know one another -- "yeah, sorry," Cissy agrees testily -- "but she expressed what I took for a kindness a number of years ago." That...probably wasn't Cissy then, pal. I'm guessing her next act of kindness will be her first, at least in a good long while. Anyhow, the Yosts go off to talk, leaving Cunningham holding his plants. "One mother's rebuke of her son," Cunningham muses, "even if vile and obscene, may be taken as kindness by another whose mother is not at hand." Random guess: years and years ago when some spot of unpleasantness was happening to Cunningham, possibly by Butchie's hand, Cissy came and ripped into her son, sparing Cunningham further humiliation. Or perhaps he's just spewing nonsense -- he'd hardly be the first on this show.
Back to the "Pity Poor Palaka" drama. Dr. Smith offers to take him for an x-ray, and to set his cast for him; Palaka pissily declines. Freddy suggests that Palaka reconsider the doctor's generous offer. Palaka demurs. Freddy threatens to jump down into the pool and give Palaka something to really clean up -- as in the contents of his skull. Palaka accedes to everyone's wishes: "Who better than the source of my fracture to force me into giving up enjoying myself?" Now it's Dr. Smith's turn to object to all this. Hey, doc, Freddy seems to be saying, once you've broken one wrist, it's easy to make it two. "Here, drive my car," Freddy says, tossing the keys to his rental to Palaka's one functioning hand. "Unless you want to ride on his handlebars." You mean like the opening credits to Laverne & Shirley? Well now I'm disappointed. Goddamn you, David Milch, for depriving me of that visual.