Larry walks into Ally's office and stutters something about Sam's being at his place, or with Elaine, or something. Ally wonders what he's talking about, and Larry says that he was going to make a joke but ended up unable to do so. Larry's been talking to Sam's teacher and finding out about Sam's fighting and other misbehavior at school. Well, it's nice that Larry's suddenly taking an interest in Sam's education after all these years, I guess. Ally tells Larry that he needs to go to Detroit. Wait -- Ally actually said something unselfish? No way!
Richard tells (guess who?) Judge Walsh that the Constitution says nothing about men being unable to marry men. The attorney for the defense points out that Congress passed an amendment about it. Richard points out that Congress also once passed an amendment against interracial marriage. He babbles about sex offenders and murderers being able to marry. He says that Congress is trying to conform to the views of the rednecks who live in America. Judge Walsh interrupts. Mark jumps up from the back of the courtroom and asks for permission to speak. "Who the hell are you?" asks Judge Walsh. Ha. Judge Walsh is good. Mark has to run up to the bench to tell everyone that he dated Cindy and that she's one of the finest women he's ever known. This causes Cindy to look after him longingly as he stomps out of the courtroom. Whatever, Mark.
Larry tells Ally that he can't just uproot himself again. Ally reminds him of that thing he said to her about having a child and underestimating one's capacity to love, or whatever. She yaks on and on, until Larry finally says, "I will come back." "I know you will, baby," says Ally. They talk some more and when I woke up, they were kissing and Ally was doing that "sad face over the guy's shoulder" thing. I wonder if Robert Downey Jr.'s son is watching this episode.
Chayanne's salsa band magically appears in the courtroom and plays as Sam Adams and Ms. Cortez dance in their matching red-and-black Mod print costumes. Sam's special "moves" include pushing up Ms. Cortez's skirt, touching her between her breasts, and grinding against her in various ways. Nelle cringes throughout. After the number's over, the dancers give each other looks of lust as John claps and Nelle seems less than happy. Now I know what to do next time I get a traffic ticket -- hire a choreographer.