Joan: "Mom, I really need to know who this artist was…" Helen thinks they should first deal with what happened tonight. Joan says she's trying to. Helen: "Good. Because…when two people…have feelings for one another, there are natural impulses…" Joan: "Mom…" Helen: "Let me finish!" Joan: "No! Because you're going to start crying and quoting songs." Helen looks like she can't argue with that. Joan sighs: "I did not have sex with Adam." Helen: "Are you sure?" Joan: "Yes! I took health class. I'm pretty sure. I mean…I thought about it…" That wipes the look of relief right off her mother's face: "You did?" Joan says she was going to, but then she realized that she was really only meant to find out what Adam needed from her. Helen: "And it wasn't sex?" Joan: "No." Helen: "Adam is such a nice boy." Hee. She delivers the line perfectly. Joan says he's going through a lot right now: "Which is why I have to know who this French guy was!" Helen says she's going to have to narrow it down to more than "French guy." Joan: "Poor artist, Paris, sculptor…" Helen: "Rodin." Joan: "You mean The Thinker guy, right?" Helen confirms it. Joan's very happy: "Thank you. That's all I needed." Helen's confused: "Wait, wait, that's it? If you'd…asked me that earlier…you wouldn't have thought about having sex?" Joan thinks for a moment: "Oh. No." She laughs. "That still would have happened. Thanks, Mom!" She takes off. Helen looks tired.

Helen makes her way upstairs to where Will's sitting hunched forward on the end of the bed with his chin resting on his fists -- vaguely Thinker-like. Heh. When he sees her, he asks, "Who won?" She tells him, "We did. She thought about it but she didn't sleep with him." Will: "And we believe that?" Helen wonders what choice they have. Will says they could tell her she's not allowed to see him anymore. Helen: "Ah, the West Side Story strategy. Yeah, that always turns out great." Will: "Well, she thought about it. Aren't we supposed to do something?" Helen: "We've already done it." Will: "What was that, exactly?" Helen: "Been her parents." Will, skeptically: "So basically, you're saying we go on faith that we've raised her right?" Helen: "Yeah." Will says she's asking an awful lot. She smiles and puts her arm around him. Will looks pretty unsettled about this alleged resolution.