In their room, Patty folds clothes; the handcuff key falls out. She stares at it just as Graham walks by and asks about it, and she cringingly admits that, in addition to the green negligee, Camille also lent her handcuffs. Graham is titillated, and asks where they are, but Patty says she didn't actually bring them; Graham unsuccessfully pretends not to be disappointed, and Patty asks if she should have, and Graham lies that it's fine, and there's a bit of uncomfortable back-and-forth about how it might have been kind of, well, you know, uh huh, right.
Master bedroom. Everyone's ranged around the bed and the floor, lollygagging. Angela repeats once again that the cuffs don't belong to Patty and Graham. Sharon: "Of course not." Rickie: "Never." Hee hee! Rayanne wails that she can't take "much more of this," and asks for suggestions on getting free; Sharon suggests availing themselves of Brian Krakow, an idea Angela greets by moaning "no" repeatedly. Ready for the next Cut O' Wackiness?
Brian, amused, from the bedroom doorway: "Oh my god." DVO moons that, when Brian walked in, "part of his arm touched [her] shoulder." Brian goes over to investigate, and when he touches her wrist, Rayanne crabs at him, "Gentle!" After looking it over, Brian says that it's simple: "I mean, a child could get her out of this." Seeing Danielle gazing lovingly at him, he blanches and looks away, then announces that they need wire shears, which any dad has. Well, not his dad, but "a normal dad." Danielle says flatly that Graham doesn't have wire shears. Brian says that they can just pick up a pair at the hardware store on Monday, then. "Great -- Monday. Perfect," Rayanne sighs. Everyone else looks blank.
At the dinner table, Patty talks about getting off to "a rocky start" and rescheduling the check-out time so that they'll have "seven full hours of daylight" into which they can cram annoying folksy activities. The others, more or less ignoring her, pass the bottle of moonshine back and forth, wincing at the taste. Graham hands her the bottle, but Patty sniffs that she's "an adult -- I'm not gonna break the rules," and loftily sips her water. Shut up, Patty. "I have never met anyone like you," Sheryl says in a tone of wonderment. Graham says that Patty's not a big drinker, and Neil adds, "Too mature for us." "By a lot," Sheryl grins. Patty objects that they make her sound "so stuck-up or something," and she clearly expects them to disagree with her, but they just look at her like, "Well, yes, actually." Patty rolls her eyes and mutters, "Fine. Gimme that hooch." Graham teases her, "Aw, honey -- you said 'hooch'! In a sentence!" Hee! Patty takes a sip, nearly chokes on it, and observes, "Hey, that's not so bad!" before taking another, larger sip. Graham watches her, eyes wide, as she says grimly, "Cheers."