No one likes Scott. Not even the viewers. He’s such a Slick Rick. Awesome sweater tied ’round your neck, Scott. You headed to the Vineyard after Bel Bambini?
Dear Kourtney. Don’t bring your idiot boyfriend and your nitwit brother crib shopping. One, if not both, will end up in the crib. “If I’m gonna spend $1500 on a crib. I’m gonna make sure Rob can sleep in it.”
Rob confessed to us that he cheated on Adrienne. Shame on you! Shame on you. Cheating? Unforgivable.
Look at Bruce‘s man toys. That helicopter. It’s huge! He has to ask Kris for money. This is starting to get sad. Even Mike gets to spend money on stupid things like physical therapy and golf balls that he’ll hit into a pond. Fifty bucks for those golf balls!
Scott wants to pay someone to build his son’s crib. You’re so money, Scott. You don’t even know how money you are. Who’s C-note will you be using to pay for this? Oh, Kourtney’s? Cool.
“Well, we don’t have time to constantly give Bruce money.”
Bruce doesn’t have his own checking account, he doesn’t have his own credit card. That’s just sad. He begs Khloe to hire him as a helper. Meanwhile, Kris dropped $4000 on a Chanel gown. That seems about right. When the bitch overspends, it’s time to call in the troops. Intercept the dress before Kris gets to the dry cleaner to retrieve it. Lead her down a path of disarray until she’s so flustered that she yells incoherently.
“Bitch, I want my damn ATM card.”
When Bruce retrieves the Chanel dress that Krisso fervently searches, he takes it from a closet in the front hall. THE FRONT HALL. Tell me something, Kris. When you went looking through that very closet, were your eyes closed? Were you using your sense of smell?
And in the end, we come to a resolution. Bruce gets his toy, Rob mends a broken heart, and Khloe denies Scott a trip to the movies.
Kris is too much. She makes her 20% living off her kids. She can throw Bruce a bone and let him indulge in something nice. I'm glad Adrienne moved on. Not very pleased with Robert. I do like the one hour format.