The guy who hired Keith is for some reason totally in Tampa right now. He enters a green room-ish type place and Keith, in civilian gear, stands to greet him. Hiring Guy asks Keith how he's doing, and Keith tells him, "I gotta leave the tour." Keith asks if there will still be work in L.A., and Duane (for that is his name) is all, basically, "Yeah. Fake yeah. But yeah." Keith relaxes slightly and tells Duane, "I'll go tell Celeste." Duane is confused: "Celeste fired your ass this morning." If she can fire her parents, she can fire her gay security guard booty call. Just like we learned in Sunday School.
It was bound to happen. I'm glad it finally did. They both deserve it. The end. Joe enters his own house to find Nate and Brenda on the couch in full make-out mode. Nate's pants are on. But they weren't going to be on for long. Awkward. "Nate's daughter's in the next room," Brenda tells him as if that's going to make any difference, like the rest of that sentence would be, "And she would only stop crying if her daddy made out with me out here. Kids. Who knows what makes 'em go, am I right?" Nate jumps up and tells Joe that he doesn't want his daughter scared, and Joe tells him simply, "Get out." Brenda and Joe stand in the living room while Nate collects Maya, and when he's out of the place, Joe shuts the door and asks if Nate was Brenda's "previous indiscretion." He hasn't broken anything yet. Like her skull. This makes him a better man than I. Brenda nods her head and Joe finally gets his moment: "That depressing cripple. I mean, you're both cripples, obviously. I am so stupid. I was actually considering having children with you. That truly frightens me." Brenda tries for something and comes up with "It's not your fault," which is followed by her looking around the room in full recognition of the idiocy of said comment. Yeah, he's got that, thanks. Maybe therapy-speak will work? "I've obviously been in complete denial that I'm in recovery." Joe takes this opportunity to tell her to "shut the fuck up," which, exactly. "You neurotic, tedious, self-absorbed bitch." Exactly, exactly, exactly, and hey that's really sexist. No. I'm totally kidding. Of course she's a bitch. She stands and tells him, "I love you, Joe," but he lays back into her: "It's not sex. It's betrayal. That's your fucking addiction." Ooooh, score one for the doctor! Well put! Furthermore is his contention that she's "a fucking waste of [his] time." He'll just be going. His foot gets caught on the front door but it was a continuous shot off of Rachel Griffiths's last line -- "You think you know me but you don't" -- so they're not going to do it again in hopes that we either don't notice or take it to be this really authentic moment. Acting!