The episode begins with Justin and Rebecca in the Walker mansion rumpus room. Unfortunately, Justin’s hunkered down in the couch cushions, so you don’t get a good view of his rumpus. On the plus side, the guy seems to be in brighter spirits these days. Frankly, he was sort of a drag over the last two episodes. I think I like him better here, hopped up on painkillers. But as soon as we have Justin pieced together we discover there’s something horribly awry with Rebecca. Someone has given the girl a set of rather unfortunate bowl bangs. She reminds me of some hapless America's Next Top Model contestant who made it to “makeover week” with Tyra Banks gunning for her.

Anyway, the hopped up, bowl-banged pair are watching a television show - what I think must be a faux Laguna Hills. Only instead of blonde, tan characters, everyone’s all pasty and overfed. Rebecca’s trying to explain all the cheesy relationships on the show, (This one wants a boob job; this other one’s cheating with that one, etc.) but it’s a daunting task. Believe me, it’s daunting.

Justin: I can’t believe you watch this crap. Is this what you were doing while I was in Iraq?

Justin may feign superiority, but we all know it’s only a matter of time before he gets hooked. The guy has an addictive personality after all.

Nora walks in holding a TV tray topped with a wholesome lunch. Nitrate-free turkey bacon sandwiches and soup. Damn, I wish I had someone catering to my every nitrate-free whim (I have so few), but Justin seems a little put out. He reluctantly pauses the TIVO and explains that Rebecca has gotten them “double double” hamburgers (from California’s famed In-N-Out burger chain.)

Nora can’t resist being her usual motherly, overbearing self and asks if he’s taken his meds. He has. Then she badgers him about his physical therapy session tomorrow, but Justin says that Rebecca’s taking him. Clearly, Nora has nothing to do any more. She’s become superfluous in her own house, and it’s killing her. She politely retreats, and Justin and Rebecca get back to their bad reality show.

Cut to Sarah’s office. She’s on the phone with Kitty and lamenting the fact that Joe has the kids for the next few days. Tomorrow is her 10-year anniversary, and she’s all alone with nothing to do but clean under her fingernails.

While on the phone with Kitty, Sarah gets a call from Nora, which she lets roll over to voice mail. Poor Nora, all her kids are ducking her calls like she’s some maternal debt collector.

On Kitty’s end of the conversation, she’s frantically searching McAllister’s inbox for a report she needs. While thumbing through a stack of tanning salon receipts she stumbles upon a prenuptial agreement. Ouch. Looks like the Senator is already planning an exit strategy.

If I were her, I’d take this opportunity to surreptitiously modify the prenup’s distribution of assets section, To the Kitty column: title to Gulfstream 4, check; deed to Santa Barbara ranch, check; Senatorial franking privileges, check.” Before Kitty has a chance to grab the White Out, McAllister walks in. She pretends she hasn’t seen the prenup.

Cut to the winery. Tommy is on the phone with his windbag father-in-law. He wants to speak with his AWOL wife, Julia, but she’s clearly ducking his calls. He slams down the phone. Holly pokes her head (and impressive rack) in to mention an important meeting with a distributor tomorrow. A major retail chain is trying to strong arm them into reducing their wholesale rates. That’s the price you pay for doing business with Walmart. Prices are falling!