Lucy calls Matt out on trying to be controlling of her life and of whatever problem Simon has, and says she doesn't need any help. Then she grabs her stomach and makes a face. Because, you see, she's wrong. All women need the help of a wise patriarch. And so Lucy must be punished. Concerned, Matt asks Lucy if she's all right, and she says the pork rinds probably didn't agree with her. Pork rinds don't agree with anybody, sweetheart. When Lucy groans in pain again, Matt tells her to sit down while he gets help. She tells him to get in line and she'll just stand there until the pain subsides. "I need some space anyway," Lucy says. Ha! Those pork rinds totally gave her gas.