Meanwhile, Molly and Jim are enjoying lunch at the Smiling Goat. Molly's telling some incredibly boring story of the kind most women like to tell once they get comfortable around their man and realize that the man isn't going to leave them if they tell one more boring story about their job. Oh...I'm sorry. Did that come off sexist? If so, keep in mind I said "most" women, and if you're a woman offended by that statement, then take comfort in the fact that you've probably never told a single boring story in your life and I wasn't talking about you, okay there, sweetiecakes? Anyway, Jim's picking at his food; the smile that he's become synonymous with has vanished from his long face. Molly wants to know what's up. She says he's not gobbling up his hash like he normally does, which is one of the things she LOVES about him. He has something to tell her. Molly says that he can tell her ANYTHING, because that's where they're at in the relationship right now: NO SECRETS. Gawd. Molly is now saying every single thing a guy doesn't want to hear moments before he tells his girlfriend about his wife. Jim says he needs to tell her about someone else. Molly stiffens and wants to know if he's met another woman. He says no, and then quietly tells her he has a wife. Molly's face goes ashen green as she looks like she just sat down on a rattlesnake. She jumps up from her chair and storms out of the restaurant. Jim tries to chase her, but only halfheartedly, since he knows that if he catches up to her, he'll get the holy hell beaten out of him, Molly-style.