When greg mentioned that Rowely's older cousin was driving in from Texas to stay with the Jeffersons for the summer, Rodrick could not care less. When his mom said that the Jeffersons invited the Heffleys to be guests at the country club this weekend, said cousin in attendance, he could not care less...although he was ready to reap the benefits of the country club. When you drove into the neighborhood blaring Limp Bizkit from the stereo, stepping out of the vehicle with chains and chokers and combat boots...holy shit. He could do nothing but watch from the attic window, in awe, before running to Greg's room and scolding him for not saying anything about how Rowley's cousin was a GIRL, a girl like that no less. He had to talk to you this weekend. He had to. Who would have thought someone related to Rowely would be so cool.