Outside Brian's condo, Justin buzzes the intercom. No answer. Justin stands in the middle of the street and screams up at the apartment. Okay, Stan, chill out. Stella's not home. Brian's neighbors yell at Justin to shut up. Shut UP, Justin. Daphne honks her horn, because he's about to get her in trouble again. Re-thinking that book, aren't you, Daphne? It's okay. I still love you. Justin needs to find Brian, though. He MUST FIND BRIAN. Daphne suggests asking "the crazy lady," that being Debbie. I contemplate referring to her that way from now on, but she made me cry. She's reprieved.
Lizard Lounge. Mike: "Well, what do you think it means?" Emmett: "I think it means he likes you." Snark. Mike: "I think it means he loves me." Emmett: "It's flattering, in a way. He collects you the way you collect comics." Mike mutters that all this time, he never knew. Well, duh. Michael Novotny, Master of the Obvious. Emmett replies that there's a lot that they don't know about each other: "Like, did you know I would walk down the street in Hazel, Mississippi, and the postman would spit at me?" Ouch. God, people can be such assholes. Mike responds that he doesn't know where his father was born, or even who he was. Emmett counters, "I sat with my dead grandmother for a hour and held her hand, before I told anyone she was dead." Is this supposed to make them feel better? Because it's depressing the hell out of me. Mike grabs Emmett's hand. Emmett, "How come we never tell each other these things, huh?" I don't know, because you don't want to end up sticking your head in the oven? Just my guess.
Debbie's house. Justin's at the door. I don't know how he found out where she lives, but Debbie, you have my permission to shoot the person who told him. Christ, this kid. Chill out! Debbie puts a hand on her and hip and says, "Don't tell me -- Brian, right?" It's always Brian. And if anyone should be hostile towards Brian, it's Debbie. Maybe she and Melanie have some sort of deal. Justin nods eagerly. Because she's P-FLAG mother to the world, she invites him in for a sandwich. I snicker, because Justin was already a part of a sandwich Saturday night. Justin, realizes that this whole food thing is probably going to take a while, tells her that he just needs to know where to find Brian. Debbie tells him not to talk -- she gets it. Justin shuts up, which just goes to show that miracles do happen. Thank you, Debbie. She picks up the phone, and then smiling grimly, says into the phone, "Michael? It's me. You've got 'Male.'"