After the song, Carol reminds the president and Principal Gable just what Anne Meara means to this town and asks them to please reconsider tossing her into the streets where she'll become a rat person, living underground in the sewers, and living off the flesh of vermin. The president and Gable were both impressed by the little ditty, but still have to say "no" to keeping the old bag on. They leave and it's kinda glum around the alley at this point.

The next day, Ed and Cara are waiting for George and his lawyer to show up. They walk in and George's lawyer makes everyone clear on the premise: Cara's going to ask George one question and when George answers it truthfully, show's over, Cara gets nothing but a ringless finger, and life goes on. Everyone agrees that this is the concept of the meeting. It's now Cara's turn to ask the question, and Cara leans into George's face and says slowly, "How's my hair?" Okay...not really. She asks, "Were you cheating on me throughout our marriage?" George has to give it some thought and finally says, "Yes." Cara's crushed, her hair's deflated, and she leaves the room. George and his lawyer get up from the table, counting those hundred dollar bills in their heads when Ed decides he wants to know the truth. DID George REALLY sleep around on Cara throughout their marriage? George says, "When I slept with that bar whore, I ruined our marriage. That's the only truth that matters now."

In the music classroom, the husky kid from earlier is struggling to play the trombone for Anne Meara. Anne asks him why he felt he had to vandalize that kid's locker. Husky is puzzled why he did it, but says he just felt like it. Anne Meara suggests they meet after school at the pie shop to talk about it. Chubbs wants to know if this is detention and Anne Meara swears it's not. Chunky Style leaves and Carol walks in. Carol lets Anne Meara know that her quest to save Anne's job is NOT, I repeat NOT, over. In fact, Carol's getting a petition together to save that job. Anne Meara tells her to save her writing skills. It's a wonderful gesture that Carol's trying to do, but it's not meant to be. She's nearing seventy years old and now's as good a time as ever to get the hell out of this stinking rat-trap of a school and go spread her wings like a three dollar whore. Carol finally decides to quit trying to save Anne Meara's job and asks if there's anything she can do for her. Anne Meara says there's one thing she can do...