Back at Henrickson's homes plus, Don and the missuses have come over for bridge night. How handy it is to have three spouses -- you automatically have a fourth for games! Sure, nobody's minding the kids, but so long as you've got bridge, who cares?

The womenfolk repair to the kitchen to make bridge mix (blonde wife JoJo: "My goodness! There's pretzels in here!"), and when Nicki asks Margene to get some napkins, the younger woman leans over and asks Barb, "What can I do to help?" Barb mutters vaguely, and then asks Nicki to carry out a tray of hot drinks. Nicki turns to Margene and says, too-brightly, "Marge?" Margene gives her a patently insincere smile, and then heads out to where the menfolk are talking business. Bill is holding forth on the wonders of Wal-Mart's supply-chain management. Margene serves, and both men take a moment for a leer. Without tearing his eyes away from her neckline, Don asks Margene what color her dress is, and she's caught off-guard: "Just blue, I guess." Bill ever-so-subtly lifts his leg and marks his territory by asserting, "That's pale blue, Margie." She gulps, "I think they call it aqua? Or, um, turquoise?" Don tells her that the color suits her, and Margene pulls it together enough to say, "It'd be a nice color for a car." Oooh -- I can't decide if she's really as immature as she acts or if it's a put-on so that she can fend for herself. Bill and Don decides that, no, aqua isn't a good color for a car, and Margene silently flounces off.

As Margene walks back into the kitchen, Peg is holding forth on the need to head over to the Middle East and bomb them into submission with the usual nuanced supporting arguments: "Nine-eleven, Barb! They attacked us first!" JoJo warily asks, "You're not a Democrat, are you, Barb?" Yes -- God forbid Barb actually feel affinity with the party that's not vigorously lobbying to govern private relationships between consenting adults. As Peg continues blathering on, Barb finally notices that Margene's giving Nicki the cold shoulder, and calls Nicki on it. Nicki punts, and then heads out of the kitchen and right into a conversation where Don's freaking out about Bill outing himself to Ronnie during the security talk. She shamelessly eavesdrops until Bill tells her to scram so that the menfolk can talk business.

Don changes the subject by breaking the news that he's seeing someone. Bill's thrilled -- "Is it serious?" Don says, "Peg knows. I haven't told Verna and JoJo yet because I don't want to get their hopes up. We all talked a month ago and all agreed it was time to add another wife to the family. And she's a member of our congregation. You know, if you ever --" Bill now looks a little haunted as he says, "I know you guys aren't Juniper Creek, but I'm just not ready to go back to an organized group, and Barb still misses LDS." So Betty may be coming on board and soaking up some of Don's excess sensual energy soon. After a brief pause, Don asks, "You put any thought into a fourth?" Bill doesn't bother to suppress the shudder of horror at that prospect. And then he carps that "handling these three is a full-time job." Well, perhaps if you added another husband to the family, you'd get a night off. Have you looked into whether or not Bill Pullman's doing anything right now? Don tells Bill he's got to stay on top of them and remind them of the big picture -- one that presumably doesn't include the words "and it's fine with me if you want more than one husband" -- and reminds him, "This is the path you chose. Walk it with guidance. Walk it with decency." Margene goes flouncing by again, and Bill regards his child bride with something like shame.