Does Royal Caribbean know that "Lust For Life" is a song about heroin addiction? Let's not tell them. Then, if they ever figure it out, Royal Caribbean will be all, "It's about heroin addiction? Boy, are we embarrassed!" That'll be hilarious!
Finally, some court action. Aaron's on the stand, confirming that he was having a romantic relationship with Marla at the time she conceived, in June 2002. "And during that time, you and Marla engaged in sexual intercourse?" "We got busy," confirms Aaron, laconically and hilariously. Marla rolls her eyes -- hey, maybe she met Aaron at a Six Feet Under guest spot party. But when Marla takes the stand, she denies Aaron's paternity, saying she and Aaron had stopped having sex by the time the baby was conceived, and gets in a dig about Aaron not satisfying her, so she turned to her new fiancé, "Anthony Vee, DDS," and started doing him after he did her caps. Awww. Kind of gets you right here, doesn't it? Under cross, Kate reminds her about Aaron surprising her with Dave Matthews Band tickets that June and, well, after tailgating in the Staples Center parking lot, and well, apparently it doesn't take much to earn Marla's gratitude. And she displays an astonishing lack of knowledge of biology, by saying they just had sex once, so that doesn't make Aaron the father. Kate's shrug clearly says, "Oh, really?" Having met their burden, Jerrold asks the judge to order the paternity test, and a rather bored-looking judge does so.
At some loud, shitty concert, Michael is grinning and pumping his fists while a distressed Laurel holds her hand to her head. When Michael says they can leave anytime, she says she's fine, like, don't bother trying to be gracious while making it clear you're miserable. He apologizes for dragging her to it, but it's a rare concert these guys play that's before midnight, so since "old age" prohibits him from staying up too late, he didn't want to miss the show. "I wouldn't have pegged you for a fan of whatever this is," says Laurel, compelling Michael to launch into an overly long bit of ridiculousness about this car he had that only got one radio station, a college station that played these guys all the time, so he kind of got hooked, even though most college stations tend more toward the Pavement than the my best approximation is Mötley Crüe, and I don't mean it in a good way. Michael finally succumbs to Laurel's pain and they leave, with him calling her a good sport and wondering if she'd like to go for that coffee now. Surprisingly, the tinnitus hasn't kicked in, but she says she's exhausted, so they promise to do it another time (and genuinely seem to mean it). They say goodbye in that "do we kiss? Shake hands?" first-date kind of way (he kisses her on the cheek). He walks away. She seems to be looking at his ass, which I guess gives her an idea; we next see her knocking on Peachy's door, who opens it wearing no shirt and his jeans unbuttoned. You know, I tried that with my landlord once when the rent was late. She hops on Peachy, and they go inside to sweat up the sheets.