Barb and Bill are all dressed up at dinner with the Paulsons, who are irritating Barb with their talk of Bill now being in the bar business. "Gaming and bars go together," they say almost in unison. Meredith asks what Barb's been up to in the years since they last saw each other, and Barb says she's pursuing a graduate degree. Which of course earns a compliment for Bill for all the slack he must be picking up at home. Just in case you thought the show might be implying that mainstream LDS is significantly less patriarchal than those who practice polygamy, because it clearly isn't. Just then, Barb is distracted by the incredibly loud cackling of an attractive young woman in a red dress, who's hanging out in the bar with Larry and the two Weber Gaming clients from Bill's earlier poker game. Of course the woman is Margene. Barb's a bit thrown to see her there, let alone acting up so boisterously. "We didn't expect you to be in the bar business," she says to Meredith, probably more clumsily than she intended. With a layer of neo-Victorian politesse to downplay how much that comment offends her, Meredith asks why. As she and Dick always say, "Saints can run a racket better than any gentile." I'm glad I don't always say that, because then I would have had to stop. As this exchange occurs, Margene and her companions are being shown to a nearby table. She waves happily at her spouses and the other couple as they pass. Bill says that Barb says "some people" might consider their business hypocritical. "Bill says I should look at the Marriotts," Barb says, who apparently would be out of business if they didn't have bars in their hotels. Not to mention the "in-room pornography" that Bill brings up without even blushing. A couple of tables away, Margene lets out another piercing guffaw. She comes over, out of breath from all the hilarity, saying she's off the clock but there's one last message. Bill unfolds the slip of paper she just handed him, which reads, "I'VE TOLD THEM I'M YOUR MISTRESS." Hee. Barb reads it as well, and her face goes even tighter than the bun in her hair was already holding it. Bill politely thanks Margene. "Mm-hmm!" she chirps brightly, and returns to her table. Dick asks Bill to tell them about the machines. As Bill launches into his pitch and Margene launches into another seizure, Barb stares at the table like she's trying to put out the candle with her mind.