It must be after school, because Deb and Dan are getting ready to go out for the evening. Deb comes into the kitchen. As she does up her purse, she yells, "Dan, come on, we've got to get going." Dan walks in holding a suit bag, complaining about the fact that the SBL dinner is on a game night. Because the world revolves around both him and basketball. Man, I read a review somewhere that described watching Radio as the equivalent of one note being pounded never-endingly upon the piano. I've decided that's an apt analogy for Dan's character. Same note over and over and over and over again. It's a B-sharp, for basketball. Deb says to him, "Honey, it's once a year, we'll go, we'll enjoy a nice adult evening downtown, and tomorrow you can pore over the box scores." Dan puts on his coat and mutters, "I don't understand why we booked a room. It's only a thirty-minute drive." Deb fiddles with his tie: "Because you and your wife are in need of some good old-fashioned alone time." He leans in, sheds a skin, and kisses his wife with his lizard lips. Ew. "I like the sound of that." Ew. Then he says, "Nathan's got his cell, I can keep tabs on the game during dinner." Ping, ping, there goes that note again. Deb grabs her stuff and says, "Dan, why don't we spend forty-eight hours without basketball and see where we wind up, okay?" Sure. She thanks him. They're off to not enjoy an evening away from their gargantuan house.
Heh. Moira Kelly's so pregnant. She's totally waddling and carrying around a beach ball in her stomach. Heh. She comes down the hall holding up two dresses, this week's latest hide-the-baby stunt. One dress is red and the other is black. They might as well put her in a muumuu; it's about the only thing that'll hide that belly, honey. She holds up the red dress and asks Luke, "What does this dress say to you?" He stumbles around a bit -- he is a teenage boy, after all, whose greatest fashion accomplishment seems to be wearing the hood up on his hoodie. Luke's packing his stuff up for tonight. He replies, "Beware of crazy ladies who talk to dresses?" She begs him for his help. "Single and successful or married to her work?" Luke sits on the table: "Is this for that Justice League thing?" She cuts in, "Small Business League, and yes. It's one of the few times in the year I get to dress up and I want to look nice." I hear you on that one, sister. Luke asks, "Is Keith still going as your date?" Karen: "He's not a date, we're just going together. Why would you say that?" Luke: "You guys hang out a lot, and you get along well." Karen laughs, and then says, "I get along well with the guy who delivers our water, doesn't mean I'm going to date him." Luke counters, "But the guy who delivers our water is not Keith." Karen asks, "Where is this coming from?" Luke replies, "I've been thinking, you're not exactly old, Mom." Karen: "Thanks, I think." Blah hurry up, blah he'd be all right with blah his mom dating Keith, blah if that's what she's worried about blah. Karen basically dismisses the conversation and gets back to the dresses. Luke picks the black one. Karen starts to waddle away, but turns around instead and says, "Keith didn't say something to you, did he?" I love it when the grownups act like teenagers. Shows me that things never really change. You guys can look forward to being in some form of high school your entire lives. Luke says, "Oh, you mean about the date that you two aren't going on tonight? Not a word." Karen grumbles, "Aw. Good luck with your game." Luke laughs, "Yeah, you too, Ma." Waddle. Waddle. Wave. Waddle. Waddle.