Margene mopes on the sofa in the Honeymoon Suite, then gets up to answer the door. "Hi, Barb!" she says, mock-cheerfully, and lets the door swing open. "Oh, my golly," Barb says when she sees the room. Margene agrees, "Yeah, it's the Honeymoon Suite. Bill's downstairs." She's about to let the door shut on Barb's face, but Barb wants to come in and talk. Totally misreading the situation, she starts to tell Margene not to feel uncomfortable about this, like they're still back in the yard this morning when Margene was worried about offending her. Needless to say, Margene is not in that place anymore. She's just pissed. At Barb. Barb reminds her that this is actually Bill's fault, but Margene tells her, "This was supposed to make up for the honeymoon I never had!" We get a bit more backstory as Barb says Margene certainly did have a honeymoon, but Margene's not counting the one day she had with Bill before Barb called saying that Teeny had a fever. Barb insists it was true, but Margene doesn't believe that story, if indeed she ever did. Yeah, let it all out, Margene. Safer than laying into Bill, after all. "Have you been drinking?" Barb asks, pouring gasoline on the fire. She starts getting pissed right back at Margene, who says that Barb didn't have to come just because Bill called. "You saw how excited I was to be the public wife and look what you did!" Margene accuses. Barb asks what she was supposed to do, and Margene yells, "Laid off for once, Barb! Jesus Christ, just lay off!"
Here's where Bill comes in, and I don't know how he failed to hear Margene's blasphemous hollering from way down the hall. Standard Honeymoon Suite soundproofing, I suppose. "How was the drive?" he obliviously asks Barb. "It was, uh huh," Barb answers. Bill turns to Margene, who freaks right out and leaves the room. "Could you have handled this any worse?" Barb accuses Bill. Bill downplays it, which Barb doesn't appreciate, since Margene is taking it out on her. Bill admits that this wasn't his plan. "A bit of a snafu," Barb agrees sarcastically, which I think is the closest I've ever heard her come to swearing. I'm kind of surprised she's even allowed to say "snafu." Bill says he appreciates her coming, and is about to send her off to her own room down the hall. Barb refuses. "I can't ask Margie to move," Bill says, quite correctly. Barb says that's not it either. "Margie and I are staying here," she decrees. "You're going to the other room. End of discussion." Bill stands there looking defeated and annoyed. Well, it's better than he deserves.