Across the street, Susan is breaking the news to Brad that perhaps, a little partner-swapping might in order? Brad replies seductively, "You know what I could really go for right now?" "What?" Susan whispers, leaning into his caress. "An omelet," Brad replies, and turns away from Susan to grab a frying pan. Susan can only gape. When a lingerie-wearing Sylvia pulls Bruce into the kitchen to ask how it's going, Susan says quizzically, "We're making an omelet?" Wielding a pan like a weapon, Brad turns around to ask, "You guys want cheese?" "Cheese sounds great," Sylvia hungrily replies. Susan looks at Sylvia as if to inquire whether late-night egg dishes are part of the normal swinger etiquette, and Sylvia helpfully explains, "He mostly likes to watch. Brad is what you would call 'an emotional voyeur.'" Then she hauls Bruce off by his belt buckle for a little how show-and-tell action.
Cut to Bruce panicking as Sylvia expertly unhooks his belt buckle in the den. As he goes to turn on the light -- Sylvia's very excited about this, as it means Brad will get a better view -- Bruce notices Doug and Laurie crawling out from behind the bar. It's but one muumuu and a Don Knotts cameo away from the kind of scene you'd see on Three's Company. Laurie goes on the offensive: "Who is this lady?" and the politeness reflex in Bruce's brain is making introductions while the rest of his brain is scrambling to switch into pissed-off parent mode. Sylvia, for her part, looks like she is not cool with anyone but Brad watching her molest someone's dad. Anyway, Doug's introduction to Laurie's parents probably could have gone better. Everyone who is not a Miller quickly makes an excuse to leave. Well, Doug, if you're leaving with the Davises, it could be your lucky night.