As he surveys Scotty's restaurant, Scotty's dad is impressed with Scotty's improved lot in life. Scotty reminds him that it's pretty much all uphill from when he lived in his car. His dad reminds him that he knew him when he lived in his crib. Scotty makes his scrunched up funny face and then tells his dad he is really sorry that his mom kicked him to the curb. Wally explains that it is complicated, but he is hoping it will give him a chance to start over. Also, he is planning on selling his comics. Scotty looks sorrowful and then tells his dad the big news that they are trying to have a baby...well, if they can afford one. Wally doesn't shy away from asking the sperm question and as a grandfather to be, he can only dream. Dreaming about your kid's sperm is gross, no matter how sentimental the terms you couch it in. Just, gross.

Kitty is unpacking a hoard of tinctures, tonics, powders, oils and herbs when Sarah bursts into the kitchen with her judgmental face on. But before we get to her speech, I have to say: Her shirt is so incredibly unflattering. It is brown and wide at the top, narrow at the bottom with sort of bat wings that connect the arms to the waistband. It really and truly makes her look very fat. Nice work, wardrobe. I hope Rachel Griffiths' publicist sues you. Sarah mocks Kitty's herbal concoctions as hippie hoohaw, but Kitty's reminder that she has cancer curtails Sarah's one-woman hollering contest. Kitty explains that she ran into a woman she knew who had lymphoma and decided to quit chemo and use the power of her mind to stop the spread of cancer. She is in complete remission now and didn't even lose her hair. Sarah is almost on board with the idea until Kitty starts relating her stressed out Type A perfectionist personality to getting cancer. Sarah, the good older sister, doesn't put up with anyone dissing her little sister, not even her little sister. Sarah won't listen to Kitty blame herself for getting cancer. But Kitty is adamant and even uses the family's poor dead dog as another example of a stressed out Type A personality who also got cancer. Sarah is unimpressed, but Kitty is dead set (pun intended) on using her mind to get rid of the cancer cells. She caused it, so she'll get rid of it. Sarah tries to argue with Cancer Girl that she can do both chemo and alternative therapies, but Kitty stops her short and shakes her head no. She's done. Sarah sighs and clumsily changes the subject to Kitty's dress shopping. Then she tries again to convince Kitty to reconsider, but Kitty won't.