Elsewhere, Kathy is vibrating out of her shorts. It's not because Richie is slinking around the corner. Rather, Teresa has called and wants to go out for brunch. Kathy notes that this is a rarity, but enthusiastically agrees to meet her. She figures that there are probably some ulterior motives occurring, but is holding off judgment in that Kathy way of hers. In case you were wondering, Kathy looks fabulous in a wide-brimmed hat. When Kathy and Teresa meet, Teresa talks about how she's always loved Kathy like a sister. This is a preamble to her plea for sympathy at being "ambushed" by Jacqueline and Caroline. Kathy gets a little warning bell inside as she realizes that Teresa is looking for an ally after being dumped by her last remaining friend. But Kathy doesn't want to jeopardize her burgeoning relationship with Jacqueline and Caroline just yet, even though she's being supportive to Teresa and wants to repair their relationship. She busts out some old photos, which are always big-haired fan favorites, as well as some baby clothes that Teresa once bought Victoria like a million years ago. So, there is some tentative re-bonding that should last until the next commercial break at least.

Oh God, and then it's time to catch up with Melissa. It turns out she's going to be calling Ryan Seacrest, to help promote the dance remix of "On Display." In summation of the feelings of a nation, the little Gorga son clocks Joe right in the ear. Well played, kid. Melissa gets Seacrest on the line, and he does some heavy lyric interpretation as he asks who exactly is trying to bring her down. Um, duh. Seacrest plays a little clip of the song, and Melissa says that it's not important to her whether or not Ryan likes the song -- she cares what the whole world thinks. Well, since she asked, we think it sucks. Happy now? Oh God, and then Joe Gorga pipes in to say that Melissa sings so well due to all the practice in the bedroom. That makes absolutely no fucking sense. Seacrest is like, "Thanks, I gotta go." Now Melissa is prepared to sit and wait and let the world judge her song. We already have. See above.