Now that I've discharged that contractual obligation, let's get back to the grown-ups: Janet is in the middle of her Tupperware demonstration, having burped, snapped and sealed a storage container, to the delight of the assembled guests. Right as Janet's leading everyone into the kitchen so that she might further reveal the wonders of the Tupperware -- and indeed, they are myriad -- Susan answers the door. It's Trina. Susan gets all embarrassed about how she's throwing a Tupperware party with Janet, to which I say: Never! Never apologize! There is no shame in Tupperware! (Or so says the drag queen I used to buy mine from. And I bet Phranc would agree!) Susan awkwardly concludes, "I would have invited you, but I didn't think you'd be interested in ... burping plastic bowls." "Good call," Trina assures her. Anyway, she's there to see how Susan's doing, which is very sweet, and to put in a good word for Sylvia and her bulldog-litigator mode. Janet comes out right then, and is genuinely happy to see Trina (yay!), and Trina hands over a packet of information on the case so that Susan can make up her own mind on her own time.

When Bruce comes home that night, he finds Susan sitting on their bed, surrounded by all the information in the file Trina delivered. Susan apologizes for losing track of time, and Bruce checks out what's distracting her: "'Reaming Harry Reems in Court'?" Susan's been converted: "It's terrible what's happening to this man." Bruce could care less: "The guy's a porno actor." Susan's like, "You know of him?" and Bruce says, "Yeah, I saw the movie." Oh, now he's in trouble -- Susan would like to know why he didn't share. Bruce says patronizingly, "Trust me, the movie is not for you." Susan wants to go to the party now, but Bruce reminds her that he's got the bowling league championship that night and "you don't want to go to a party like that without me." (Translation: please do not swing when I am not around.) Then he asks irritably, "Is dinner almost ready? Because Roger's picking me up in, like, twenty." Susan huffs that it's coming right up. Susan needs to catch the clue my mom had: make the kids cook during the summer.