Coop is all, Am I a dick for sleeping with another's guy's girl?, and what he wants is secondarily to be told that he is a stud for doing this, but primarily just wants to keep talking and talking and talking about himself and ))<>(( forever and ever, because that's his steeze. "No. A lot of things qualify you to be a dick. You are firing on a lot of cylinders, Coop. A lot of cylinders." Coop practically kisses him on the mouth, because he lacks a firm male role model, and takes off. Eddie silently wonders if getting fired and nearly dying from fake suicide were just God's way of getting Coop to leave him alone.
Becky Ann Baker! I am so obsessed with her that I tracked down and watched an episode of Star Trek: Voyager because she was in it. She is like the sexiest old lady of all time. There is something uncanny and magical within her, I can't explain it, but it's like she knows the secret and really wants to tell us the secret but she is waiting for us to ask. Every time, on every show, she is like this. So she's running this B&B that the Peytons have ended up at, because the hotel they were going to was overbooked. Elaine, the lady, explains a lot of unnecessary about why that hotel is no longer awesome, and then everybody pitches in to explain the concept of a bed & breakfast to Grace, who is of course horrified by every new detail: "This isn't a hotel, this is somebody's living room." When you put it like that, Grace sort of has a point.
Elaine is totally weird, all the time. "The only room is on the second floor, nice and quiet, and filled with gorgeous antiques!" (Kevin, cutely: "If that doesn't put you in the mood, I don't know what will!") "Hey!" Yells weird Elaine. "Who likes eggs in the nest for breakfast?" (Is that where they put it in the middle of the toast? Fried eggs are not my thing at all, but I still never really understood that. Partially because you are wasting toast, but mostly because it just seems like Connecticut creativity run amok. "Here I have toast, and a fried egg. Two classic breakfast staples, handed down from our grandmothers. But put them together, and you have a novel, fun food idea that anyone can make, right at home! And that's a good thing." Like, are raisins and celery and peanut butter any more delicious when you pretend they are whimsical insects?) She does a sort of John Phillips Souza march around the room to music only she can hear, and the Peytons stare at her with dazed fascination.