Speaking of wildly unsubtle moments, David asks Keith why he doesn't want to have a formal ceremony, and Keith tells him it just doesn't feel like "the perfect time." David says that there never is a perfect time, and that sometimes you just need to "pick a moment and do it," to which Keith actually replies, "You mean like Nate moving in with Brenda and taking Maya with him? If you ask me, that sounds crazy." It sure does. A character on this show talking about somebody besides themselves? Insane! Particularly if it's Keith, who knows so little about David's family that it would be more likely he'd make some reference to a magazine he saw Celeste on the cover of and then follow it up with, "David, have you realized Josh Hartnett has appeared on Teen People's list of the Top Twenty-Five Under Twenty-Five for about twenty-six straight years now? If you ask me, that sounds crazy." Unless you're going to argue he just said it to change the subject. And if you argue that? You're totally wrong. They stumble across the eleven-inch vase, and Keith notes the price tag with horror, asking, "$225? They're not gettin' this from us." I guess that is a bit steep for two guys who are BOTH supposed to be at work right now. Keith grabs the registry and points to the $30 garlic press, causing David to chide, "You really want to be the guys who gave them the garlic press?" No. I want to be the guy who chipped in on the $30 garlic press. When the hell did they have mutual friends who were a gay couple, anyway? Don't just be all quietly mumbling, "Um, well, we met them at the gay" and expect we're just going to let you gloss over this shit.
George sits at the computer in the office hitting the "escape" button over and over again. Dude. "Escape" doesn't do anything. Nothing on that top bar does. I've had a computer since 1986, and I still only have cause to hit the "function" keys if I sneeze really hard and accidentally smack my head on one of them. And then you blow up Saturn. Seriously, I have no idea what they do. A browser window sits on the screen, the words "Action Canceled" sitting on top and asking us if we want to work offline. Escape! Escape! Escape! STOP IT, GEORGE! "Control"? Meet "alt." "Alt"? Meet "delete." Control+alt+delete? Meet George. But George, whose last meeting with a computer seemed to have been double-clicking on his copy of the new Mosaic browser (which is somewhere on a Mac Classic, sitting in a dumpster, still loading) so he could hop onto that information superhighway. He grabs the mouse and starts clicking in the ample white space of the open browser window. I'm sure that'll work. The front door opens and closes, and Ruth appears in the office with a suitcase. "I'm home," she announces. George takes off his glasses and stands, tearing up again because he's a laaaaaaaaaaaady. The music is suitably umurawi.