Limousine! Tom tries to assure Kathy that it wasn't her ideal venue, but she's gleeful in her despondency. She calls Katt, who doesn't believe she got thrown out of the building for swearing. "Apparently, you're not supposed to do your pussy jokes on kids' night!" she explains. Katt is not entirely sympathetic, commenting, "That is the greatest shit ever." Then he laughs at her pain. The subtitles say "Ha ha haaaa!" Kathy interviews that for her, swearing is like a crutch. And she's a crippled person. "You would not make a crippled person walk without a crutch, would you? It wouldn't be nice. So I think to tell me not to swear is the same as beating up a handicapped person. It's just not nice." I think she's got a good point. Crutches get a bad rap!

One full moon later, we're at Kathy's home. And Kathy is reading a letter she got from the Apollo:

"How disappointing that our hospitality was abused by Kathy Griffin last night. I'm appalled that she chose the consequences-be-damned approach to her material and did not feel she could balance her material to our house. She is not welcome at the Apollo. Not now and not in the future. If I get refund requests, I will compile them and forward an invoice to you forthwith.