Sean admits he's staying with them, "just until my double vision goes away," and laughs that he's seeing four of Paul somehow.
"That's so weird," sneers Paul. "For some reason I'm smelling three of you."
Workin' on the Drain Gang: Does it cancel out, if she's thinking of the painter? Does it measure up? Are they two different things, or unrelated? If there aren't any rules, or punishments, then what has ever held her back? She shouts at them to stop fighting.
"Adam, go help Sean unload the cart. It's in the back."
Adam, as they go, laments there aren't shopping cart races, but this sends Sean off again.
"I don't do organized sports. They promote unhealthy competition..."
Paul's incensed. Sean can stay in the house, but he can't. The fact that he's sleeping in the yard will only console him if it starts to rain.
"Help me out here. I love him, and I'm worried about him."
What a husband should do, Paul says, is protect his wife from the things that upset her. "Imagine if somebody was making me feel like a nervous wreck every second of every day!" The punchline, once again, is Cathy. She can't rise to the bait, because of Lenny, so she actually hears him.
"I'm sorry, Paul. I'm trying. I really am."
He thanks her, for trying. He hates her for not trying hard enough.
"I can still smell you on me," Lenny says, smiling. He can see it on her face.
"I don't know what I was thinking. I don't do this. I don't have sex with guys I barely know. In classrooms. Or behind stages. I'm married." Lenny knows this. Knew it. Would be more bothered by it if it kept her from him.
"I can't cheat on my husband. I mean, he's not a perfect guy, but he's a good guy. He would never think of doing this to me, and now I've done that to him. And I don't want to be that woman, and now I'm that woman. I want to be better than that woman."
Lenny smiles. "I don't want to be the bloke to make you feel like that woman." It's not the way he sees her, with his painter's eye.
"I hope I didn't hurt your feelings. I hope it's not presumptuous of me to say that."
Cathy Jamison keeps talking, until her engine spins down, and she thinks of what she can say. Men need so much. Truth:
"I don't have a lot to compare it to, but you... You have a great... Um. Unit."
Cathy blushes, and Lenny laughs. And should she ever need anything -- a conversation, coffee, a bloke with a big unit -- she says she'll call. Their last moments are soft, and sweet. Andrea watches them, from the hallway.