On the way back from the hospital, Barb is venting, "What a nightmare! And little Rhonda, she's 14? Fifteen? Married off to Roman. What if it were Sarah? And Joey and Wanda, trying to stay clean in the middle of all that craziness." Bill is all, "Can you maybe not do that?" and Barb replies, "I was under the impression you felt the same way," and Bill says something along the lines of "I get to call it crazy and messed-up because I grew up in the middle of it," which is pretty much a one-size-fits-all premise in any marital argument from in-laws to religion. How handy that Barb's snit is about both! And then, because they've already bickered about religion and family this morning, Bill decides to nail the trifecta and pick a fight about money too. He wants that check of Barb's. She wants to know why she had to endure Detective Nick Currran, then Mariner the Fish-Man, and now Mister My-Three-Wives.

Bill drops the frosty Barb off, then announces his plans to thaw out by going by the store. He does a little research on arsenic poisoning, then calls his mom to ask if maybe she has an idea how Frank got all that arsenic in his system. Of course Lois has nothing useful to contribute to that conversation, so she'll just settle for laying a guilt trip on Bill for getting too uppity for the cult. Ah, Lois. How you gonna keep them down on the compound once they've seen the big city lights?

Barb is sulking through some yard work when some rock music shatters the night. It's Margene. Barb heads in the house, turns off the new stereo system, and asks Margene what her damage is. The girl is just overwhelmed and feeling incredibly incompetent and inferior. She sobs out, "I am a total fuck-up. I can't measure up to you or Nicki." Barb looks shocked by the profanity. So am I -- I can't remember the last time it took fifty minutes for an HBO drama to get around to dropping an F-bomb. Barb mouths some pretty useless platitudes, and Margene continues to unravel on the couch. We see Nicki sort of sidle into the kitchen and pace there, hunched in on herself. Barb finally concludes, "I don't think it's easy for anyone. We're not trapped. We're all here by choice. We've chosen to be a family."