Chez Evans. Max carries a pair of black shoes into the kitchen, walks to the table, and goes right for the fruit. Does he just have to go ahead and make it so damn easy sometimes? The Evans parents, constantly together, constantly seeming to actually enjoy each other's company until confronted by one of their bratty, self-centered, and self-righteous kids, stop dead when they see Max at the door. Bangs delivers a line in a line-delivering fashion: "What are you doing here Max?" They must have rehearsed the phrasing of that line for hours. "What are you doing here, Max?" "What are you doing here, Max?" "What are you doing here, Max?" "Grubby hands off the damn fruit bowl, you monster!" And so on. Bangs pries for info, asking Max if Isabel is getting all nervous and shit. Monopoly Nazi guesses that she's got everything under control, but Max informs them that she's "been having kind of a tough time. The dressmaker lost her wedding dress." Mom and Pop Evans tell Max that they're still not going, and Max warns them, "If you don't, you'll lose her." Pause. "You and I. We're having problems, and I don't know what to do about that right now. But I hope that eventually we'll work it out. But you miss your own daughter's wedding, and I don't think you'll ever work that out." Ooooh. A smarmily Dawson-esque approach to parenting the parents, wasn't that? Just like the way real kids talk to their parents. All the time.
Speaking of which. Over at the Crashdown, Slackjaw enters the kitchen all gruffly and stalks up to Liz: "What the hell is going on? I just got a call from the bakery about a wedding cake?" Liz calmly informs him that she's catering Isabel's weddink. Snappy Girl Friday dialogue ensues: "I'm not laughing." "I'm not jokink." Slackjaw tells her that he's not running a charity, and Liz tells him that the cake is, in fact, paid for. Second of all, he goes on, "I'm not stupid." Oh, I so beg to differ, Papa Parker, else why would your name so long sustain as "Slackjaw"? In fact, you are stupid. Very, very much so. Am I right? Of course I'm right. Slackjaw tut-tuts the whole affair, telling Liz that she can't help out at the wedding because of the whole Max blah thing. Liz retorts, "I'm helping out a friend. See, my parents, they taught me that friends help each other. So unless you plan on having me put away in handcuffs, I'm gonna be the person I was raised to be." Snappy tie, Slackjaw. The tie of a smart man. Perhaps of a genius.