I like Rachel Shukert's summary of Karen sending Jimmy out the window:
Well, we better start with (sigh) Karen, who is busting out the Café Busto in order to fuel yet more hours of shirtless furry sex with Jimmy the Allegedly Reforming Jerk, except oops! Her dad’s at the door! Her actual, biological father, all the way from Iowa? Didn’t she remember he was coming? Didn’t her mother call her six times over the last three days to remind her? Didn’t he call her as soon as he landed, and then again when he got into a cab, and then her mother called again ten minutes after that to tell her “Daddy got in a cab, and he’s bringing a manila envelope with the rest of your tax stuff, and don’t worry if you forgot to get that cheese I told you to get that he likes, he’ll live.”
This is the first of many times I’ll say it this episode: I do not understand Gentiles. For example, I genuinely do not understand why it’s so imperative to make sure Daddy doesn’t run into Jimmy. I mean, I get maybe not wanting to tell him all about the sexing and things, but couldn’t she say: “Daddy, this is my friend Jimmy, who is staying with us for a couple of days because his roof is leaking,” or “Daddy, this is Jimmy who is in the show with me; we rehearsed late and the G wasn’t running so he crashed here last night,” or “Daddy, this is my friend Jimmy, and I am an adult woman and it’s none of your business what happens inside my vagina.” Except, apparently, it is, because while Jimmy is forced to hustle out the fire escape (perhaps to subliminally prepare us for the West Side Story remake introducing Katharine McPhee I desperately hope that global warming will save us from) Karen is perfectly happy to greet her father at the door wearing no pants, or as far as I know, underpants. Hmmm. In the immortal words of Principal Ed Rooney: “so that’s how it is in their family.”
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!