Felicia is struggling to get her groceries out of her trunk and notices Zach strumming his acoustic guitar on the porch. Thank god someone finally gave that troubled teen a guitar! Felicia asks him if he would mind giving her a hand getting her groceries into the house, and she baits the hook by telling him there's some banana bread in it for him. Since no teenaged boy can resist the siren call of banana bread, he agrees. Zach small talks about the tastiness of Felicia's bread (stop!) and how he's never actually been inside Mrs. Huber's house before. "Obviously you haven't missed much," Felecia says with a pointed look at the wild animal tchotchkes, "this is where good taste goes to die." Then she starts right in with the digging. She heard Zach fighting with his father the other day, is everything all right at home? And she bets he misses his mother. "Such a warm, loving woman," she tells him. Zach stutters, "Y-you know my mother?" Oh sure, Felicia used to work with her, back in Utah. "Your mother loved you so much," She tells a visibly shaken Zach, "Of all the things I remember, I remember that most." Zach breaks down and squeezes out some very believable reluctant teenaged boy tears. Gently Felicia removes the piece of banana bread from his hands and hands him a napkin. "Do you want to know what else I remember?" Ominous piano tinkles in the background. "How lovely...your original...name was." Zach looks up, and after a moment, says with a small voice, "Dana?" A knowing, encouraging look spreads across Felicia's face. And...commercial! Wow, was Zach/Dana (Zana?) one of those dual-organed babies whose sex is selected by its parents and then sealed surgically? Ooh.
Susan and Mom are at the spa, getting their toenails done. Susan is thinking that maybe it's time for Mom to try and patch things up with Morty. "Why would I want to work things out with a man who abuses me?" Both pedicurists do a shocked intake of air, and Susan assures them that they need not gasp, that her mother just tends to exaggerate. "My daughter," Mom tells the pedicurists, "won't be happy until I have bruises." More importantly, Susan wonders what Mom's going to do if she doesn't return to the man who "allegedly" shoved her once in five years. Mom says brightly that she thought she'd live with Susan! And Susan promptly kicks her pedicurist in the face. The woman wails that her nose is broken, and Susan says no, it's just banged a little. As Susan holds a towel to the woman's face, Mom tries to soothe her with the news that their cohabitation wouldn't be for that long, only a couple years. The receptionist wonders if they should call 911 for the broken-faced girl, but Susan waves her off and continues arguing with her mother, telling her that it's not that she isn't excited, and Mom says she isn't stupid, it's obvious she's not wanted, and with that she wet-nail-hobbles out of the spa. Susan turns to her bleeding pedicurists and says, "We're good, right?" and the woman tells her to just go. Susan is so off-puttingly, selfishly oblivious in this scene. Hi, she kicked a woman in the face, causing BLOOD to SPURT from her nose, and Susan couldn't find it within herself to stop arguing with her mother for just one second, to demonstrate even an ounce of concern? Susan sucks.