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Oh,
Daph is back Daphne doesn't know how Justin
can be so casual about the syphilis thing. But Justin says
his test came back negative. That's not what Daphne means;
she wants Justin and Brian to settle down. "That's never
gonna happen," says Justin, and I hope he's listening
to himself.
Speaking
of listening, they hear J.R. on the baby monitor. Yes, like
so many babies in so many primetime dramas, J.R. is "burning
up." Justin tries to reach Michael, but Michael's phone
goes straight to voice mail. Who ya gonna call? Mel Marcus!
He
shall not be moved After the meeting, the
principal tells Ben and Michael that they might want to consider
sending Hunter to a different school. Hunter refuses and says
they will not chase him away. Yeah. Cool kid.
The
hospital Mel is there, pacing and cuddling
J.R., and Lindsay is there too, in a panic. Tell me again
why these two shouldn't settle down and raise a dozen kids.
Well,
wait: there's the fact that Mel is a vicious shrew. When Michael
and Ben arrive, Mel launches into all kinds of accusations
about them being at Babylon and leaving J.R. alone and being
crappy parents in general. Lindsay tries to explain that Mel
is just frantic from having to wait so long, but let's face
it: Mel's not nice. It's partly why she's hot.
Meanwhile,
why is the camera all zoomy like we're watching NYPD Blue?
Mel
says she's going to make sure that Michael loses custody.
He screams back. A nurse shows up to say that the doctor will
see Mel and J.R. now, but Michael wants to go. Fearing even
more screaming, Lindsay takes J.R. and says she's going and
they can stay there and start World War III. Whew.
Babylon
It's time for Emmett to get in a few good
lines:
Brian:
"Flying solo?"
Emmett: "Not everyone's as lucky
as you, to be in a ... non... relationship."
Brian: "Where's Pittsburgh's very
own extreme makeover?"
Emmett: "I tried to convince him
to make an appearance tonight, but disaster struck. He saw
a lesbian and went back into his hole for another six weeks."
Brian
says Ted's hole had better be back at work on Monday, or he's
fired. Ooooo. And Brian tells Emmett about the syphilis.
Emmett:
"Well, this certainly hasn't been your year. Dick-wise."
So
Brian begins to tell his conquests that there's something
rotten in the state of Kinneymark. He tells a guy, who tells
another guy, and they tell two people... and they tell two
people... and they... and it even eventually comes back to
Emmett. Six degrees of Brian Kinney is more like 0.6.
The
breaking point J.R. has her prescriptions,
so it's time for Michael and Mel to fight over who gets to
take her home. Lindsay does the right thing and says she's
out of it they can fight all they want, but she's "withdrawing
from this custodial circus right now." She just hopes
they'll spend as much time thinking about J.R.'s needs as
they do about their own. Rock on, blondie.
Heartbreak
Rosie, er, Loretta, has made Deb some jello
hearts. Oh my. And oh yuck. Loretta suggests that they go
to a nice quiet place, but Deb has to state her case. She's
flattered, and honored, but it just won't work:
Deb:
"There's just one little hitch... I'm not gay.
Although god knows I could have spared myself a lot of grief
if I was. But, uh, let's face it, honey, after hanging out
here all these years, if it still hasn't rubbed off, I think
we can safely assume that, um, it's not gonna."
Loretta
protests, but Deb is firm and kind: she tells Loretta about
Carl and wishes Loretta well and encourages her to love someone
who will love her back, the way she deserves.
Let
the sun shine Emmett throws the curtains open
at Ted's house. He's ready to do a makeover, and starts with
Ted's hair. Ted doesn't think it will help.
Emmett:
"Ted, no matter what you look like, there will
always be one person who is blinded by your dazzling beauty."
Sniffle.
School
still sux Callie and Hunter chat, and Callie
is nice again. So Hunter takes her hand and starts to ask
her out, but then some other guy shows up, so she drops his
hand and goes off with the normal guy, who's looking at Hunter
askance. Fuck off, Callie.
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