We open this week's show with knocking at the door of Jimmy's Non-Beautiful Blue Bachelor Pad. It's Oliver "Poor Little Rich Boy" Trask, and Marissa looks unhappy to see him -- not because a crazy cokehead stalker tracked down her address and showed up on her doorstep, but because she's embarrassed that her house is not impressive enough to be seen by said crazy, cokehead stalker. She grudgingly admits him, immediately explaining that the Non-Beautiful Blue Bachelor Pad is only temporary because Jimmy lost his job, news to which Oliver responds, "I don't judge." What he does, however, is apologize. He goes on about having reached a new low, and then claims to have come clean with his parents, reunited with his sponsor, and gotten back together with his imaginary girlfriend Natalie. Except he leaves out the "imaginary" part. Marissa expresses her amazement in the most non-emotive way possible. Is she upset? Is she happy? Is she a carbon-based life form? Oliver credits Ryan for rescuing him, and backstories about last week's arrest and how he should still be in jail. Marissa asks if he wants Ryan's number to thank him, but how would an entire episode be written around that? Instead, Oliver announces that his family has a house in Palm Springs, and as payback he wants to bring Ryan, Marissa, and all their friends there: "Even Luke." He offers that they can meet his parents and Natalie, and Marissa echoes, "Palm Springs" like he just said Planet Xepticon from the Solar System Zagbara and not a town that's a hundred miles away from their current location. When Oliver claims that Natalie's been dying to meet her, Marissa seems particularly enticed. Oliver dangles, "Little getaway; just the gang; on me," and Marissa finally succumbs, heading off to call Ryan, and leaving Oliver alone to boil her pet bunny rabbiton the stove. He restrains himself from doing so just yet (they're saving that for sweeps), but does inspect a picture of Marissa and Ryan together, before ominously slipping it behind a picture of Marissa and Jimmy. Ooooh!
Tinkling! Palm Springs, California here they come!
The camera zooms in on a golf ball, and then on a shiny club between a pair of legs. Sandy's voice calmly coaches, "Just let it hang like a pendulum. Nice and easy, nice and easy." Ryan balks when Sandy advises him to "keep breathing," and then flubs his next shot. The golf ball misses the coffee-cup hole and ends up in the swimming pool; a split second later, a snorkel gear-wearing Seth surfaces with the victorious cry, "I got it!" before disappearing into the water again. Hee. We learn that they've already been to the driving range, and a frustrated Ryan announces that he doesn't play golf. Seth replies, "Not true, buddy. You just don't play well." When Sandy suggests that there are other things for Ryan to do in Palm Springs, like go to a spa, Ryan's all, "Nah, I don't spa." Sandy retorts, "You don't golf, you don't spa, what do you do?" which immediately launched in my head -- and which stayed there for the full week, no less -- the chorus of Adam Ant's "Goody Two Shoes," with, "Don't golf, don't spa. What do you do? Don't golf, don't spa. What do you do?" substituted for the real words of the song. In a "Do you have any Grey Poupon?" accent, Seth adds, "Yes, Ryan, what exactly do you do...besides musicals and punching people?" Hee.