Kitty gets barfy at the morning campaign meeting (for reasons other than this show's tedious and lame depiction of Robert's politics), but she needs Nora to tell her what we're all boredly aware of: she might be pregnant. She lies to Nora that she's not (the home test says otherwise), but by then the Walker Gossip Generator has already kicked in via Justin (who finally gets called out as the insatiable gossip he is). Kitty also doesn't tell Robert, at least not right away, which is apparently a huge international incident in his eyes. They fight about the impact this will have on the campaign, and whether or not it's shitty of each other to be concerned about the political implications, even though they both are. Joe ambushes Sarah during their divorce proceedings with news that he plans to seek primary custody of the children, on the grounds that Sarah is too busy being a productive member of society, while he has all the time in the world in his position as middle-aged guitar-strumming layabout. Sarah is then put through the demeaning process of proving her worth as a mother and questioning every decision she's ever made in her adult life. At the custody hearing, despite Sarah's heartfelt plea, the judge awards temporary custody to Joe. And we all get to break our hearts a little bit in the process. Tommy and Lena agree to cool off what they started, but that lasts as long as it takes Lena to go out, get too drunk to drive, and call Tommy for a ride and a front-seat makeout session. All the Walkers end up at the Manse on Halloween night to watch Robert in the Republican debate, and of course the Kitty secret comes out, is debunked by Nora, and is then re-bunked by Kitty, which gives her the nice moment of joyous celebration that she was lacking before. Robert, meanwhile, says all the right things in the debate (I'm shocked too), and he and Kitty end up on the same page, ready to face the challenge of spinning an unwed pregnancy.
Previously: Kitty and Robert were getting married, Tommy and Julia were spending time apart, Sarah and Joe were divorcing, and Justin and drug abuse were reuniting, but on the sly.
It's morning in Sarah Whedon's America, which translates to a lot of bustling around the kitchen, trying to get breakfast ready, while answering Paige's questions about her math homework. Sarah says that Paige is almost as good with numbers as she is, and Paige says that Sarah gets to use calculators, which Mrs. Fletcher says is cheating. "Yeah, well, Mrs. Fletcher doesn't do cash-flow projections with seasonal variables," says Sarah, which I guess is supposed to remind us that Sarah is a Working Mother, despite the fact that that's Sarah's entire character, to the point where she's wearing a t-shirt that reads "I Am A Working Mother, Ask Me How...Never Mind, I Don't Have Time!" Sarah then has to hustle a be-costumed Cooper (he's a pirate) downstairs, sign his permission slip, assure Paige that she can be seen with her little brother without dying of embarrassment, and get them to the front door, where Joe has come to pick them up. The camera, by the way, cuts to a hey, looky here shot of the signed permission slip forgotten on the kitchen table, so you know that's going to come up later. Sarah thanks Joe for taking the kids to school this morning; she had to reschedule a meeting because of their "thing" this afternoon, and Joe assures her that it's fine, since he likes taking them to school. Once the kids are out the door, Sarah tells Joe that she got Kevin to represent her in the divorce proceedings. Joe says he assumed she would, and says he'll see her at 2. Sarah exhales after he leaves, like, "Awkward, but not awful." That feeling will not last.
At McCallister headquarters, Robert is going through debate prep with his staff, giving the kind of too-perfect answers that he's become known for. Kitty's trying to play the part of an opposing candidate (opposing Republican candidate -- they're preparing for the GOP debate, the better to differentiate Robert from the other, scary kind of Republicans, also known as actual Republicans), but she keeps getting distracted by the "rancid-smelling" shrimp pizza on the table. She looks like she could hurl any second, and anybody who didn't immediately know exactly where this was heading right at this moment: you need to give away your TV. Travis tries to get everybody on track with a question about faith-versus-science that Rob deftly hair-splits (coming down on the side of believing in God, that maverick), but Kitty finally lurches across the room and ralphs into a wastebasket. "What is she, an atheist?" Travis asks. OH SHUT UP, Travis.