In the Unisex, Richard smokes a cigar and gives Billy advice about keeping women wanting so they'll want you more, because love is finite and only misery lasts forever. Richard, get a life. Go to the museum or something. Billy whacks Richard with his stall door. "Uh...Fishism," says Richard.
A turkey bone drops onto a plate and we hear a belch. Oh, ha, ha. Ling is eating because she's upset. Hardy har. John remarks that she's taking the situation well. She assures him that she'll get Richard back because she still knows how to snap her fingers. She wonders where the pie is. In walks Georgia. I see now. They're eating Thanksgiving dinner in the law-office meeting room. No comment. Georgia's all balled up in her coat and scarf. "There's no more food and we haven't seen Bleach-Head," Ling informs her. "I came to see Renee," Georgia drawls with her new Clint Eastwood attitude. She asks Renee if she'll think about hiring Georgia into her new firm. Ling, Nelle, John, and Elaine listen with surprise. Renee will think about it. Georgia thanks her and takes off.
Ally is so, so sad. Her hot-rolled hair falls in front of her eyes. She relives the moment when her three-year-old, flannel-nightgown-wearin' self sticks her head into the crack in her mommy's bedroom door. Sad cello. Jeannie walks in and tells Ally that her dad went home. Ally asks if her mom needs a place to sleep. Jeannie chuckles. No, she's going home and they'll survive. "Is that how you characterized your marriage, Mom? It survived?" Jeannie says that there are worse descriptions and that they're over the "fiftieth percentile." Wearing too-small sweaters must be a chromosomal disorder.