Outside, Carol's sitting on a bench in front of Stuckey Bowl. Molly goes outside and asks how she's doing. She says she's fine, but feels gypped for throwing Drunk-Ass a freebie. Molly admits that she likes it better when she's the one pretending to be fine. Carol confesses to Molly that she slept with Drunk-Ass. Molly's hardly shocked. Carol says she was wrong about him, which prompts Molly to say that it's better to find that out now. Better now than when? When he first moved to town? Hello, Molls, she's walking around with drunk-assed spermatozoa wedged up her crack. There is no worse time to find out the guy's a jerk than after you've been super slimed by the Drunk-Ass. Carol wants to know the final tally, and Molly tells her. "Giving is a feeling," Carol says. "Sometimes you just have to trust your gut." Molly points out that the key word here is "sometimes." They rise from the bench as Molly says, "You know what cheers me up at a time like this?" Carol says, "Six pints of Ben & Jerry's Triple Chocolate Crunch and a 14" battery-operated plastic dong?" Molly laughs, punches Carol hard in the gut, and says, "A ride on a mechanical bull."

After the recent deluge of mopey Ed episodes, it is clear that no sharks have been jumped and Ed is doing just fine and dandy, thank you very much. It's obvious to me that the show was sort of reeling after the national tragedy and seemed to be running off-course. This was never more evident than in the episode "The New World," in which Mike said, "Things are bad out there." I can't help thinking that the show was one of those bad things and was trying to get back on its feet after the tragedy. This week, they finally bounced back with a vengeance. I also noticed that the writer for this week's episode was a new kid on the block, Kevin Murphy. It goes without saying that Ed needs to get this guy on the payroll quick.

That's all. Get back to work.