...something about cellos that got cut off in mid-sentence so we could join yet another Marissa 'n Johnny scene, already in progress. Marissa gets Johnny an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon next week, thanks to Summer's dad's doctor connections. Johnny's mom is thrilled, and invites Marissa over for dinner. Marissa says she can't stay, since she's supposed to have dinner with her real boyfriend. ["That's not the reason I would guess for why Marissa wouldn't accept a dinner invitation." -- Wing Chun] Mom says that Marissa can invite Ryan over and they can order in and play board games. More like BORED games. Marissa's phone rings. It's Ryan. "Probably wondering where you are," Johnny mumbles pointedly. "No, he knows!" Marissa responds breezily. Johnny doesn't want you around, dear. Get the hint. Marissa invites Ryan over to Johnny's. On the other end of the line, Ryan says that sounds great, and he'll be over as soon as he can. He looks up at the building Matt has taken him to -- a club called "Bare Elegance" -- and says that they should start without him.

Just in case you couldn't tell be the name, Bare Elegance is a strip club. The bouncer is familiar with Matt and lets him by, but stops underage Ryan, who looks relieved. It's short-lived, though, as Matt slips the bouncer some money and Ryan is allowed in. We have our obligatory camera zooms in and out of shots of modestly-clad "strippers" (hey, it's network TV and it's eight o'clock -- I guess we can't expect much. Although if you looked really really carefully a few weeks back, you could, apparently, see Mischa Barton's nipple) and their adoring male fans. Ryan asks Matt what the hell they're doing there. Maybe it's research. I'll bet we'll see Johnny's mom if we stay long enough. Matt claims that he does some of his best thinking at this strip club. Makes sense, since there's not much going on in the way of actual stripping to distract him. Really, really smart bringing your boss's underaged son to a freaking strip club, there, Matt. But I guess that's what happens when you let your son's internship include an all-nighter on a weekend, Sandy. A stripper named Lilly strolls up and greets her favorite customer by sitting on his lap. Matt says he needs some "one-on-one" time with her. Ryan begs him to just go back to the office, but Matt says he needs to recharge his batteries and let off a little steam and takes off, paying a stripper dressed in a police uniform to give Ryan a lap dance. "I'm Sipowicz," she giggles. I doubt it -- Sipowicz wears much less clothing. "Hi, Sipowicz," Ryan sighs. He's the only teenaged boy whose sex drive is less powerful than his sense of familial loyalty.