Reba’s ex Bobby Gallagher is dating again. Kim is trying to hide that from Reba to spare her feelings, but since it’s in the tabloids, it’s not going to be easy. Especially when Lillie Mae just hands Reba a copy. Kim and Lillie Mae convince her to go on a blind date. Meanwhile, Cash catches Sage practice kissing another girl. She tries to be casual about it, but she’s clearly jealous.

Memorable Quotes:

Lillie Mae:  I don’t want to be ugly, but I’d call him a he-whore.

Kim: Look at this girl. She’s young, she’s blonde, she’s sexy -- she’s just everything Reba’s not.

Sage: Why don’t we just watch this another time, when it’s less…you know.
Reba: I know I’m the “you know.”

June: There’s nothing going on between us. He’s gay. When are you going to realize that?
Reba: When I buy him the towels that say “His and His.”

Sage: I’m gay, I practice kiss with a lot of girls. That’s what “practice” means.
Cash: That’s not what “gay” means.

Reba: Mama, I don’t have time to date.
Lillie Mae: Why? Because it’s gonna take you away from what? All this towel-folding?
Reba: No, other stuff. I still have to defrost a chicken.

Lillie Mae: Love is a many-splendored thing. But it’s also a bloodsport.

Reba: I’ve had my encounters, and acquaintances. I mean like the car wash guy. And the handyman who sorta lingers.
Lillie Mae: Lingers likely ’cause he’s waiting for a tip.

Geoffrey helps Reba get dressed, but also gets her a little stressed. June is bummed about Sage and talks Reba’s ear off about the whole thing, and makes Reba late for the date. The guy leaves because he thought Reba stood him up. Luckily, Lillie Mae and Kim are there for dinner -- they were there to spy. They all agree the night is still a victory, since Reba made the effort to open herself up.

Geoffrey (clearly impressed): You live here?
Reba: Yep. And all it cost me was my marriage.
Geoffrey: Well it was worth it.

Geoffrey: Who died?
Reba: Nobody, I’m going on a date. (holds up her dress) I’m going to add a scarf.
Geoffrey: You know what you should add? A match.

Geoffrey: We don’t want classy. We want sexy.

Geoffrey: Think of me as your own Queer Eye for the Straight, Divorced, Middle-Age Gal.

Cash: Listen, you are a grown woman, and you can do as you please. But if you’re gonna date, I need to meet the guy. Are we clear on that?
Reba: First of all, you don’t get the make the rules, and secondly, you don’t get to meet the man, until I meet the man.