At the same swanky country club where Nicki once proposed a puppy party for Wayne: Bill is on the phone, trying to hustle a second mortgage to swing the share buyout. That he's conducting this business in a richly-paneled locker room is apparently not a big deal. Seriously, there are probably uniformed attendants who spritz atomizers filled with the scents of mahogany and alligator skin and new $100 bills, just so everyone feels right at home here. Stuart meets Bill and begins nattering on about how Bill's golf clubs are being cleaned by the attendants and oh, the rich aroma of privilege, etc. Then Stuart transitions into tricky territory: "I heard you lecture a few years ago, and you were so passionate about your life story -- your polygamist origins and how you were saved by the church. It was truly inspirational." Bill tries to distance himself from the days before he became a big fat hypocrite, and Stuart chortles that he's never forgotten those speeches. He adds, "What they do to those boys." Yes. Because men are the REAL victims of polygamy. Anyway, Stuart calls the whole business "a blight on Mormon-dom," and okay, Big Love. We get that you may have caught some flack because ig'nant people nationwide are watching this and asking, "So are Mormons for polygamy and near-constant exposure to Bill Paxton's naked hinders, or just the group marriage thing?" Anyway, as if to twist the knife further, Stuart continues, "You know what you are, Bill? You're the quintessential embodiment of the American dream. The certainty that enormous opportunities are available if you work hard, no matter where you're from." Stuart walks off before Bill can say, "Yes, and sometimes you go back to where you're from for those opportunities too."