Sandy pulls herself together, though, and the rain eventually lets up. Andy, somewhere around this time, looks around and sees that the contractor they have is seriously going to struggle with the work they're assuming he's going to do. He claims that some contractors who do kitchens were "in the neighborhood" (hmmm) and, seeing that there was a lot of work going on, popped over to see what the story was. One of the guys chats up Andy about the progress and warns him that at the rate the work is going, it's going to be very hard to get it done. Andy says that the guys he met outside seemed to be good, and were smart guys, and told him they could get the work done for a decent price. The next thing you know, the accordion-style music of stereotyped Italians is playing as all of these guys descend upon the house. They work, they sand, and they even fix the wall Sandy was bummed about before. Andy says that the "point man" on the kitchen was John Junior. But before you know it, here come the cousins, and it's "a big family picnic." As Andy pals around with the contractors, I think it's safe to assume that what it really was is a big family fame-whoring, but there's really no harm in that -- hell, it's probably what I would do. My whole family could come over if the task required professionals who would...I don't know, do math or make fun of their own dog. As Jen C. points out, her favorite part was the four big bosses standing on the lawn and watching what was going on, in some cases smoking cigars. "I would say that these are good fellas," Andy says, tweaking the stereotype more than necessary, "and I wanted to work with them, not against them." If I were Andy, I'd think in terms of working against, and not with, ancient and overused comedy routines. Sandy, meanwhile, says that she was happy with their contractors, who were "working hard for [them]."