Heather decides to quiz Sarah. Hilariously enough, she answers for Sarah, too. She is a field marshal! Sarah insists she's not an introvert, and Heather scoffs, "Yes, you are. You would have to be to survive your nutty lifestyle." Didn't I say that a few episodes ago? Why, I believe I did. Sarah protests that the lifestyle "is my parents. It's not me." Heather points out, "It has to have an effect on your personality. How could it not?" She pauses and resumes the quiz: "True or false: you're comfortable letting others make decisions for you." Sarah quickly, sharply answers, "No. False." Heather gives her a look, but before she can say anything, there's a knock at the door.

It's Margene, who is dying to talk to Sarah out in the hall. She wants to know about the vote, and Sarah punts, "It was a few years ago. I don't really remember." Margene asks, "You don't remember anything?" "I'm probably the wrong person to ask," Sarah replies. Right then, Ben walks by with a bowl of cereal and Margene scampers over to him, asking, "Do you remember a few year ago, a vote about me?" She's standing so that Sarah's behind her; Margene cannot see Sarah's face. Ben asks, "Which one?" Margene replies, "The one about me." We see Sarah making a wide-eyed, panicky face and waving her hands in the universal "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" sign. Ben repeats again, "Which one?" and that's how it comes out that there were a few votes on Margene. She was not a shoo-in candidate. Ben finally notices that Sarah's making faces and quickly improvises, "But...it was just so everyone could get to know you better." Margene is stunned and hurt to hear this. She's also whipping her head around, because it's finally dawned on her that Sarah's trying to coach Ben behind her back. Ben adds that he liked her right away, but since he's not married to Margene (outside of Fantasyland. His Fantasyland, that is), that really doesn't make Margene feel better. Sarah gives Ben a disgusted shrug and retreats to her room.

At the store, Don's introducing Bill to Betty. She is tiny, petite, and much younger than any of the other brides of Don. Bill gives her a very enthusiastic and friendly greeting, and Betty just beams beatifically before gushing about how exciting this all is. She and Don walk to the door, and there is some mild make-out action before she takes off. Bill bark-whispers, "Don! You gotta take it easy. You can't do that here!" Don is too addled by hormones to care, gushing, "I never thought I'd fall so hard for wife number four!" Bill clucks that Don needs to restrain himself when Betty's in the store. Don vows, "Down there, Betty's just another shopper." The dichotomy -- wife in private, customer in public -- and the tacit way this is endorsed by the men just blows my mind.