Speaking of that, he apologizes for that, saying he should never have let Lauren come for dinner. "It was arguably the worst call of all time." No, the worst call of all time was not picking Wayne Gretzky for the shootout to decide Canada's game against the Czech Republic in the 1998 Winter Olympics. This is up there, though, and Kate agrees (with Michael, not with me). "I didn't know you two were in touch," says Kate. Michael says it's off and on, "but there's nothing, you know, going on." "I don't need to know that, Michael," says Kate, and Michael's response is that he wants her to know -- and he wants to try dinner again. "The three of us?" says Kate. No, silly! Michael suggests tomorrow night, but Kate says she has plans. She might be lying. Michael says a client of his is having an open house Wednesday night to show off the house Michael designed for him. "I'd love for you to see it," he says. "I don't know, Michael," says Kate. Undaunted, Michael adds, "And I'd love to see you." Kate says "maybe" she'll stop by, like, ACCEPT HIS APOLOGY AND MOVE ON, Kate. "I'll email you directions," says Michael, like, what is up with the emailing of directions on this show, and then he says, "Sweet dreams," and Kate looks like she just got hit on the head with a two-by-four, and they hang up and Kate squeals and flops back onto her bed.