After the commercial, it's Sunday morning. Lily comes into the house and whines about how they're all standing around: "Get to work." She looks at Joan, who's standing there with her arms crossed, and asks, "Why the long face, Starshine? I thought you were here to rise above the injustice." Joan says she doesn't want to talk about it: "Let's just say you were right about love." When, exactly, did Lily say much about love? Joan hands her a sheaf of pictures: "Here. I brought you some lung photos, in case you want to avoid…cancer." Oh, well. Who knew it was so easy? And: did she just have those pictures lying around? What's the deal? ["The deal, I suspect, is that whenever you have one character on network TV who smokes, you're required to have another character PSA-ing about how bad smoking is -- especially if the show is on at 8 PM and is ostensibly aimed at teenagers. Because according to TV, teenagers are all dumb and easily led. Shut up, show." -- Sars] Joan wanders away leaving Lily to stare at the top photo for a while. She finally puts the pictures down and comes over to Joan: "Uh, Mr., uh, Rhode Island?" Joan tells her she saw Adam walking down the street and that there was no Rhode Island. Lily: "Huh. Figures." Joan: "No offense, but what do you know about guys anyway?" Lily: "I was a nun. I was married to God." Joan says it's not the same thing. Lily: "It is exactly the same thing. Only worse. He was perfect. Where am I gonna find that again?" Joan asks why she left if he's so great. Vagrant God comes wandering up at this point. Lily: "Because you can't live with perfection. You spend your life trying to live up to it, feeling inadequate. And now he's making me pay." Vagrant God: "Excuse me…" Lily ignores the bum and rambles on, "You know, I just wanted to try to find something real. And what do I get? Nothing but losers in my church singles group who think that God rewards them by giving them good parking spots." Heh. Maybe there's a singles group made up of ex-priests and ex-nuns. She might find more understanding there. Joan eyes God, nervous about the way Lily's ignoring him. Vagrant God tries again: "Ma'am…" Hee. Joan: "I think he needs, um…" Lily makes a sound of mild disgust about the bum and says, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever." Vagrant God looks sad.