Once there he's all chummy with the check-in lady and his fellow passengers and his luggage even arrives unscathed. Where is this mythical place? Is he somehow George Clooney in Up in the Air? I need to get some frequent flier miles if this is the case. He gets in a fancier car, takes out his luggage and walks up to the door of a stranger and introduces himself to some guy as Robert Allen and starts in on his sales pitch about shares in some sort of rock blender. He does this over and over to a number of guys who are seemingly home in the middle of the day and happily write him checks. Then it's back to the airport with another super peppy check-in lady and pleasant fellow passengers with no screaming children and another bag that arrives promptly in the baggage claim.
In another car he's driving into Downtown Houston and is on the phone with Lindsay telling her that his day went well and that he's pulling into his hotel. But before he gets out of the car he takes his wallet and cell phone and switches it out for another wallet and cell phone that is in the storage console in the center of the car. He seems a little OCD about how he specifically ties them together with rubber bands, but maybe that's just me. He then steps out of the SUV, and we see that he's not at a hotel, but rather at a sizable McMansion. Same suitcase though. He's home, greets Friday Night Lights's lovely Adrianne Palicki as "honey." She says he's early and then tells him they've got a charity event to attend. He advises her to cancel and to tell the charity folks that her husband is sorry he can't get out of bed. Then there's some more sex, and a zoomed in shot on the gorilla key chain.
Apparently one of the requirements of living Bob's double life is finding women ready to drop everything they are doing and have sex with him at moment's notice. He and Palicki (aka Cat Thatcher) are interrupted (seemingly the day) by a call from her dad who wants to know where they are. This call kills the mood as said father has summoned them to brunch.
Drew has a hangover cure that he bills as "medicine" and says that you can barely taste it when it is mixed with alcohol so that you never actually get drunk. Hmm... we just used to call that hair of the dog around the old homestead. But apparently in the Thatcher family, it is some fancy newfangled medicine. Skeptical brother Trammel turns down a taste, but Bob and Cat gamely give it a whirl, only to realize that the flavor has not been masked in the slightest. Drew says that they just need 50 grand more to make the flavor palatable, but Trammel says they are in the oil business, not throwing money away as venture capitalists.
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