Following another bit of gratuitous piggery from Mareno -- and let me say here and now that it's my sincere hope he spends most of the 1980s in a big plastic bubble after the numerous social diseases he picked up during the 1970s recombine into one massive, drug-resistant, highly-contagious, flamboyantly symptomatic mega-STD -- anyway, following his Paleolithic sentiments in re: the womenfolk, we segue over to see the lovely Melinda keeping a seat warm at the bar. Mareno's crotch pulls him away in hot pursuit. Steve and Roger, who are now wearing matching expressions of barely contained nausea, follow.

We then transition to Trina and Tom, picking up another bit of backstory on Trina, who apparently came from money and did time at fundraisers as a teen. Tom snidely remarks that the high school boyfriend can't be helping the flashback, but he's all smiles when he reaches Luke. And we get still more backstory on Trina; she had a cotillion. Our Trina's a deb! Luke whirls her off to dance and Tom takes Trina's bag with a strained smile.

When Susan and Janet head into a foyer, a tiddly Rita tells them, "The girls and I have agreed: we would like to formally invite you to join the Children's Hospital Ladies' Auxiliary." Susan stalls, "Wow, that's --" "Such an honor just to included. In-in-in all your good work," Janet finishes, with a huge smile. The menfolk come over and Janet immediately bubbles over with the good news. Roger's happy for her; Bruce is happy for himself, as he assumes Susan getting in with the missus will make things easier for him at work. Susan, however, is about to turn down the honor, citing "my kids and my schedule." Bruce pulls her aside for a hasty marital conference.

Bruce asks, "What are you doing, Susan? This is a big opportunity for you." Susan snaps back, "I think you mean for you." The thing is, they're both right. Bruce insists it's for both of them -- Team Miller! Susan insists that it's not right for her because "I am nothing like those women." The conversation then descends into the kind of marital score-keeping that only longtime couples can summon in a fit of pique. Susan finally protests, "You're not being fair!" and Bruce says coldly, "Maybe we should go over the rules one more time." As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Bruce realizes he's gone too far. He tells Susan grudgingly, "I'll go start damage control."