When Bill gets home, Barb hits him between the eyes with the news that Nicki's planning a big blow-out for Wayne. He's all, "Lucky it's my night with her -- I'll talk it over." And I realize that he's probably heading through Barb's house because it maintains their cover and all, but I like to think there's also some subconscious recognition on his part that she's his real partner.

Cut to Bill, Nicki, and the kids all sacked out in front of the TV. The bald weatherman -- it's like Dr. Evil is out on work-release -- is nattering away. Nicki gets up from the couch. Bill's sitting in a recliner with Wayne sleeping on him. I don't know if it's just me, but she seems to be the least touchy-feely of his wives. I wonder if that's supposed to reflect a compound upbringing where PDA between spouses could present some logistical issues, or if this is an indication that she's just not that into him. Bill's all, "Before you bolt for the night, let's talk about Wayne's birthday." Nicki stalls, and Bill pins her down on details. She's invited 153 people. Bill protests, "This is ridiculous! He's a little boy!" True -- he'd probably be happy with one of those inflatable bouncy things in the backyard and license to get messy for an afternoon. Too bad he won't get that. Bill's getting hot now: "You propose to parade 200 people in prairie garb and sunbonnets up and down our street?" When he puts it that way, it seems like a really bad idea, doesn't it?

Nicki's all, "What do you take me for? I've already thought of that." She hands over the brochure, and that's when Bill loses it, shouting, "The Monte Cristo hotel and lodge?" Yes -- the guests are locked in dungeons for ten years and told to dig their way out. It's very posh. They also get delicious sandwiches. Anyway, after Bill bellows, "What kind of money do you think we're made of?" Nicki douses the flames of his temper with the gasoline of this statement: "My father said he'd pay for it!" The same father Adaleen implied was too busy to come? That one?