Back home, Janet is sublimating her fury with a knife and some hapless vegetables (seriously, she is liquefying them with one kung-fu move) while ranting, "I can't believe the nerve of that woman telling me I have issues! And you didn't help." Roger says, "I just figured we should stay since we're paying for the whole hour." Janet says, "No, we are not. I refuse to pay for services we did not receive -- and I'm going to let her know that." Oh my god, that would work out so well for both Janet and Dr. Gardiner. One gets catharsis, the other gets material for a paper the APA could dine out on for years.
The phone rings, and Roger's delighted to find out that it's Susan. Sadly, their adolescent flirtation can't get any further because Janet's under the impression that her best friend might want to talk to her. Janet wants the number for the cabin just-in-case. Roger mopes.
Time has elapsed, because now we're at Bruce's planned evening of charades, and BJ has not found a way to hip everyone to The Towering Inferno. Oooh, that would be a hard one. But it's not easier when BJ and Ricky are still at each other's throats and Laurie is whining about how she doesn't want to play. "We're forced to pretend we're having fun!" she self-righteously blares. (When Ricky is a more sympathetic character, you're in trouble, Laurie.) Bruce issues a blanket anti-Doug proclamation and after Laurie goads, "You can't stop me from seeing him," Bruce figures the least he can do is stop her from talking to him. So he rips the phone out of the wall. Both Laurie and Susan are shocked by this. BJ is like, "When my girlfriend's coke whore mom seems more reasonable than my own parents, it's a bad sign."
It's the next morning. Bruce has fixed the phone, but Laurie, sadly, is still the same insufferable twit. Inexplicably, former teen mom Susan is all "Overwhelming, judgment-impairing infatuation is just what our daughter needs! We have no insights of value to offer her when it comes to adolescence and romantic involvement!" To his credit, Bruce does not say, "Fine. I tried, but if you're going to persistently undermine me and encourage my daughter's monstrous hissies, it's plain I'm not needed here. I'm off to start a new life with Melinda!" Instead, he tries a new tack: "We didn't just come up here for the kids. We came up here for us. So let's do something, just the two of us ... you remember the first time you brought me up here, we got sandwiches at that deli in town, we drove to Cape Point for a picnic ... meet me there at three." Susan watches him go, looking wistful.