John strides into Richard's office. Richard apologizes for sucking. John says the client has a tumor that's benign, but he really did see his wife as a soccer ball, and John as a coat rack. Anyone care? Hellooo?

JBJ and Kid are playing poker. JBJ has two pair; Kid has a better hand, and rakes in the chips. Ally walks in, home from the bar, and says Bonnie was "such a smash" she was held over to do a later show. So, JBJ baby-sits, too? I HATE THIS SHOW. Kid asks, "What about the slumber party?" Oh, that will have to be just Ally, Kid, and JBJ now, I guess. Kid says, "Tell me about yourself. Just don't tell me you're a nightclub singer." JBJ and Ally exchange wry looks. Allow me to fill you in, Kid: JBJ is a nightclub singer, in a matter of speaking, ha ha ha. Ally's just a neurotic workaholic barfly, who often hallucinates and has multiple sex partners. Ally keeps her mouth shut, and scrapes up the poker chips for another hand.

Aerial shot of Boston, woo. In her kitchen, Ally disapprovingly stirs her big gaudy mug of coffee. Bonnie comes in, all bubbly about her two smash performances at the bar the night before. Bonnie says, "You should have been there," and Ally says, "I want [Kid] to come live with me. I want her! I-I'm serious." Ally thinks she can provide a better home for Kid, and she "wants [Kid]." That seems like a not at all selfish reason. Kid, be Ally's. The end. Oh damn, we're only forty minutes in. Sigh.

A bearded man testifies about Richard and John's client. It is a real neurological disorder to mistake people for inanimate objects, as described by Oliver Sacks, doctor. I remember the book The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat. My mom has it. The disorder can't really be explained, though. Is this funny? Am I supposed to laugh that this man killed his wife because he suffers from a one-in-a-million disorder? No? Good.