"If you think you're getting away with this tonight, you are dead wrong!" Jenny points out that she already did, and then Rufus fucking calls a cop over and tries to get her arrested. It's ridiculous. Lily is like, For real? The cop says he has to take her downtown and call her parents, which is the most absurd part, and she totally yells, "He is my parent! The one getting me arrested!" Having had enough of this nonsense, Lily tells the cop that she was the person being honored at the "ruined" party, and that she owns the hotel, so there's nobody left to press charges, and the cop shrugs and leaves. Rufus yells at Lily that it's none of her business, and Lily responds that what he was doing was deeply retarded behavior that, in her experience, causes your child to make sex tapes and kill dudes, but before Rufus can point out what a good job he's done with Dan, Jenny tells them to argue it out without her, because it's dumb. She leaves and GG's all, "All that glamour almost led to the slammer! But what will the morning bring?"

Frankly, I hope it brings emancipation, because whether or not Jenny's being stupid, and she is, Rufus is a fucking failure. How bad do your parents have to be, before you decide to just leave forever? Sometimes worse than this, but I think this is right around the borderline. I mean, like I said, I take this storyline very seriously and very personally, so my mileage probably varies way off the mean here, but every single person on earth at some point has to choose to see their parents as friends, not parents, and I don't really think you can put a number or a definite age on that. Not when all four of those Humphrey bastards are trying to out-wunderkind each other like some kind of deeply mediocre Glass family, because that's not something a parent and child can work through together. That's dreams and life path stuff, and you can't ever be sure your own fears aren't fucking up your kid when it comes to talent, so you keep your hands to yourself until you are absolutely sure they need rescuing, and then that's what you do, because that's your fucking job. Because trust me: they're going to survive either way, and you have the option of being in their lives or not, but at no point does your ego or your art enter into it.

Chuck walks in on Nate "back at the family manor," and notes the minimalist homelessness of its new styling, and gets scared. "What the hell is going on?" Nate brusquely tries to pack up without meeting his eyes, reminding him that he was told the Archibalds were in trouble, and says he's heading for the Hamptons. Chuck goes, "Don't be so dramatic. You're coming with me," and even though they are the words Nate, like all of us, longs to hear, Nate is still too proud, and brushes past him. But OMG what Chuck wouldn't do for Nate, you know? He'd kill a hobbit, sell a baseball. Sell Victrola! I mean, seriously. He's gonna have Nate's ass kidnapped or something, I know it.