Sarah's off at work, listening to Heather prattle on about her assorted Mormon volunteer opportunities, before she finally drops the most unsubtle hint in the world: "I'm very tolerant, I'm very open-minded, and I'm totally understanding." Sarah gives her a long, level, I'm-on-to-you look, and when Heather finally smiles awkwardly and walks off, Sara lets herself grin ruefully. Her little friend Miss Fingerbang has been eavedroppong on all this, and she's openly amused, too.

Bill strides into Frank's hospital room like a man who's steeling himself for a full-body waxing, and curtly tells Frank he's taking him home. Frank tells him, "I don't need your help, I got wives coming for me." Bill is having none of it.

Back at the Fake '50s joint, Sarah's cleaning up trays outside and she asks Heather if she's closing. Heather explains, "My aunt's coming to visit. We used to be real close. Then she left the church and moved to California, and it caused as big rift at first, but she's still welcome in our house. And you know what? Even when we don't approve of someone's actions, I think that love is still unconditional." Sarah says, "You are so determined!" but she's smiling while she says it. Then she snaps, "Look, I'm a polygamist. My parents are -- so what?" Heather says, "I just wanted to let you know that I knew...I didn't want to be rude." Awww. I think Heather's awesome. Sarah snots something about Heather ratting her out to her state-trooper father and Heather says, "Probably. You know...'cause I tell him everything." Sarah looks shocked and Heather scoffs, "Why does everyone think I have no sense of humor? I don't care what your parents do. I just want to be friends, okay?" Sarah just drinks it all in, waving off Miss Fingerbang's request for a fishwich. Heather adds, "I should tell you, I don't agree with polygamy." Sarah rolls her eyes and says, "Yeah? Well, guess what? Neither do I." They have a nice little moment that's all interrupted by Miss Fingerbang snapping, "Hello? Fish. Wich."

Speaking of children who disapprove of their parents, Bill's trying not to let Frank get to him. It's not easy: Frank rambles on that he always knew Bill would be the success and Joey would flame out of the NFL, and then points out that things with Roman are not quite as under-control as Bill would like to think they are: "I could be useful. Roman and I have a close relationship. We go back a long way. He tells me everything. It wouldn't cost you much -- five thousand." This finally gets to Bill: "You're trying to shake me down? Old fool, I came out here because you almost died -- because your old friend Roman tried to kill you." And this is how Frank figures out that Bill also suspects Lois as the would-be arsenic assassin. After some more tedious rambling, he pontificates, "You know something? You ought to thank me for your successes. If I hadn't have [sic] pushed you out --" Bill loses it and erupts, "'Pushed me out'? You threw me out like I was garbage! Had to get in the back of the pickup, you drove me into the city and told me to get out? Fend for myself? I was fourteen years old. What do you think I did? What did you think I had to do? If I had to thank you for anything, it's shame, heartache." Frank has the nerve to look angry that Bill's carrying a grudge over this. He snaps, "What are you waiting for -- an apology? That's the way it is. Young boys get run off so old men can get all the pretty girls." Then the old goat has the nerve to smile over this. Inexplicably, Bill does not point out that this is not the way it is in the normal world outside nutbar religious cults. The two of them have the angriest departure ever from a hospital.