Frank, you don't have a book. Youâve never read a book, much less written one, and if you did, it would be about being a tool, not a businessman. And no, Frank, it's not "a little funny" that Tim's playing the game and evaluating team performance: it's what you do. "If Tim plays hardball," he assures us, "I'm ready to go." If Tim's going to play hardball, you'd still have to find the field, you total ass. Tim just grins at him, grossed out. And meanwhile there's Frank, who I guess doesn't see the point in thinking about the past at all. I think this is because he knows for damn sure that it was his fault, but I'm not sure he understands why, and anyway, what he doesn't need is some little shit from Harvard calling him a bad manager when he built his contracting business from nothing using only his strong hands and the sweat of his brow, and it's all just so stupid and pointless and ego-based and has nothing to do with the facts, and I may have mentioned this but I am reacting really badly to Frank. I mean, I thought Lenny was a bad person, like in his heart, but at least you could ignore him because he didn't do anything ever. But Frank screams, nonstop, with his trashy stupid voice, about nothing, and he's wrong about like everything all the time, and he is migraine-inducing and unavoidable, and I'm sorry but I am taking it personally, if for no other reason than that the sound of his voice gives me lower back pain.
The mansion: pool empty, all the babies asleep in bed. Even Kristine's sleep mask is from the future. She's so "intellectual property" and dot-commy, I love it. Outside, in the yard, there are sounds, wind in the palm trees; the sprinklers come on, hilariously, and they don't turn off again. There is tossing and there is turning, there are heads under pillows, and then there is a sunrise to the accompaniment of suspenseful music. Martin stares out over the Cliffside, yuckily. Tim comes out of the tent and falls immediately on his face, because he wants to one-leg race around in it instead of walking, for some reason. It is vital to note that Tim is as hot first thing in the morning after sleeping in a tent with the sprinklers going all night as he would be after a spa weekend. Now that is hot, my friend. Martin whines in his creepy, kitteny voice that he thinks he heard something crawling around in the night, like a rat or something, and Nicole tells him to shut up. Later, Tim points out a lizard nearby and she screams like an idiot and runs around like this is high school, and he doesn't chase her with it by some miracle but whatever, now they're dating in real life, and I still can't get a fix on her at all.