Back at the compound, Nicki caps off Bill's stressful day by telling him she's off to spend the night with the folks, then adding, "You better come by to pay your respects to my father." Bill points to the domestic mayhem and tells her he's got his hands full, and Nicki huffs off. When Bill comes back in, Barb gives him a really unhappy look.

We then meet The Prophet. He's riding in the middle of a caravan of Humvees, as he's working off the theory that the more fossil fuel you burn, the more important you are. We see Roman Grant (Harry Dean Stanton) in profile in the darkness and then the camera pulls back so we can see the very young teenager next to him. She coughs and Roman turns to her, asking, "Rhonda, you feel okay?" He sounds like a grandpa, but the fact that he's holding her hand -- and that's got a wedding ring on it -- hips us all to the fact that he's got a new wife. Seriously, she's practically just out of the womb.

Roman pulls up and hops out. He greets Bill jovially and re-introduces Rhonda. Bill's pretty terse in reply. He says hi to Lois, rendering her speechless. I can see where he would. Roman then hands over a jar full of some murky-looking liquid one of his other wives brewed up and says, "Tell him to drink it -- tell him I said so." Lois looks like she's biting her tongue. Then she takes Rhonda's hand and pulls her along, saying warmly, "Come on, Sister Rhonda." Roman makes small talk with Bill; his son Alby looms behind him, trying for "menacing" but landing on "sulky." Then there's a brief and awkward conversation wherein we learn that Roman's got a big interest in Bill's business, and Bill may be hiding something when he tells Roman that there are some legal papers in the mail. Roman's put the Grandpa Voice back on when he says, "Oh, good, we're all squared away. I'm glad -- mighty glad." There's a hug, and boy, does Alby look unhappy to see it.

Back at the Fake Fifties place, a.k.a. Deb's, Heather and Sarah are closing up. They're chattering away and Heather tells Sarah, "When I'm 21, I want to go on a mission, and I really wish I could go to an Islamic country. Post-9/11, that part of the world needs our help most. Don't you think?" Sarah mutters, "I think the whole world needs help." I...am reliving my adolescence with these two. Heather smiles and says, "I like you, Sarah. You're thoughtful. You're not boy-crazy or screwed-up. So what about your family?" There's a long pause so we can all see Sarah thinking, "And this is where it gets screwed-up." She eventually lies, "Pretty average, I guess." Heather fishes for the church involvement, which is pretty much the first clue indicating that the Mormons are about to visit Henrickson's HomePlus. Heather then asks what youth groups Sarah's in and she explains, "I'm not really into church right now. I like their take on things -- their morals and honesty -- but...I'm just trying to find what makes sense to me." Cut to Heather straining mightily to constrain the urge to drag Sarah immediately to temple. The moment passes and they agree to hang out the next week. But then Heather casually mentions that her dad's a state trooper and Sarah stiffens. That poor kid.