Ron pulls up in front of the house in a truck and thanks Stockard for agreeing to meet him. Stockard: "Where's the Bob?" Ron: "His name is Bob, not 'the Bob,' and he had a meeting at the last minute." They go into the house, where Ron establishes that Jack still doesn't want to see him. Then they start dividing up some of the furniture for Ron and the Bob's new apartment. Stockard takes the opportunity to unload a god-awful wicker couch on Ron. Ron wants to reminisce about how the two of them met, but Stockard shuts him down. Ron: "[Stockard], I want you to know something. This has nothing to do with you." Stockard: "This has everything to do with me. It's my life, and you messed it up." She starts to cry, and sits down on the coffee table. Ron sits next to her and tries to comfort her, but she pushes him away. Ron thanks her for helping out with Jack. She responds, "It's worse than that. I keep defending you, when I really want to strangle you." This would be a much better movie if you gave in to that urge, Stockard. Jack comes in to find Stockard crying and Ron hugging her. Ron invites Jack to come bowling, letting him know that Maggie Rogers will be there. Jack: "The Maggie Rogers?" Heh. Horndog. Lust overcomes rage as Jack agrees to go bowling.
The bowling alley. Jack is getting his shoes when Maggie walks in. Her arrival is actually preceded by the love theme. Maggie gets her shoes, and Max tells the pin monkey that he prefers to wear his socks. Maggie tells them that she is there with her father, and points over to two handsome men, one of whom is adjusting the collar of the other. Max asks, "Who's the other guy?" Jack: "Why'd I bring you?"
Everyone has gathered at the lane. As Max throws his practice ball, Maggie tells Jack that Max's nickname is "Max Burpa." She then gets up and throws a strike. We see the Bob for the first time -- khakis, a white sweater over a shirt with a collar, hair neatly combed and parted on the side. In other words, boring. Jack gets up and throws a gutter ball. The Bob tells Jack that on his next ball, he should just try to keep his wrist straight. Jack: "Uh, [the] Bob? No advice, thanks." See, that's why we don't let you start posts with 'um' or 'uh' -- it's very rude. The little pissant throws another gutter ball.
Bowling has apparently finished, and the three kids are putting on their street shoes. Maggie is amazed at the amount of food Max has put away. But if she knew his nickname, why is she so surprised? Max points out that one of their classmates is there, bowling in a league. Jack: "No way, he bowls in a league? That is so queer." Hey, wait a minute, I bowled in a league when I was a kid. Oh, wait, I guess that was pretty queer.