Cut to "Laurie" marching down the hall to the exit, as the moderator -- a nerdy-cute young guy in glasses -- runs to catch up and asks where she's going. "Home, to my hundred and eighty-two brothers and sisters. Tonight's the night we get our food stamp allowance." The guy introduces himself as Scott and stops her to ask if she's okay. Sarah says not so much, since she felt "like a complete freak." Scott apologizes that she was their first polygamist. "I should go," Sarah snarks. "My moms don't know I'm here." Scott says that this group doesn't understand, but he wants to find her one that can. He gives her his card, and she accepts it before leaving for real. Odds on Scott becoming Sarah's first husband?

Having not gotten anywhere with Bill, Margene and Nicki have decided to go and double-team Barb on the front steps of Don's house. Barb's already working on a plan -- going back to school, getting a master's, and going into social work. "I'd like to be a marriage counselor," she says. Even Nicki knows enough to leave that one alone. She tries to dismiss Margene by sending her for more hot water, but Margene isn't playing that today. Nicki tells Barb that she didn't just marry Bill, but Bill and Barb, and she needs her back. "Listen to me carefully," Nicki says. "He is going to do this with you or without you." Barb realizes she has the answer to Sarah's earlier question.

Bill sits down in his attorney's conference room with Lee and a guy named Shields from the AG's office. Bill gets right to it, asking who tattled on them. Shields says that the First Lady's office either doesn't know or isn't telling. Like Lee, Shields advises Bill to let it go. He says the Attorney General doesn't want to open a can of Henrickson worms, what with their hands being full over Orlean Abbot and all. Shields admits that he's got polygamy in his family history, "like half the state," but that doesn't mean he approves. Bill just asks for the bottom line. "It's been an embarrassment for everybody," Shields says. "But you've paid your taxes. Just keep your nose clean, keep your hands off underage girls, don't commit welfare fraud, and we have no beef with you." Bill is not exactly grateful for Shields's stereotype-studded magnanimity, but he keeps cool. "You can judge me all you like...I just want to live peacefully with my family." "Then drop it," Shields repeats.