After a close-up on a single lonely chop frying in a pan, Betty enters the darkened kitchen and asks what Henry's doing and Henry sighs an apology that he can't eat fish five times a week. I don't know many people who'd actually welcome today's mercury levels in fish, but Henry sounds like a candidate. Betty isn't defensive, instead apologizing and saying she doesn't want him to go to bed hungry before poking the meat and suggesting it's done. And they don't draw attention to it, but I'm pretty sure Betty tasted the finger she used to test the meat, for which I can hardly blame her. Henry invites Betty to join him at the kitchen table and Betty doesn't even ask if there's room for her martyrdom complex before suggesting it's unfair for Henry to be driven to such lengths because Betty can't control herself. Henry demurs, essentially explaining that he's stress-eating because he's realized the job he's on is a dead end -- Lindsay isn't running, which means "Rocky" will be the candidate. Betty wonders about Rocky's status as a divorcé, but Henry thinks nobody cares anymore, evidenced by the fact that he just got reelected governor. Henry concludes in no uncertain terms that he bet on the wrong horse and jumped ship for nothing, to which Betty busts out some Weight Watchers Wisdom, saying that it's easy to blame other people for our problems, but he's in charge of himself and she's there to help him just as he helps her. Whether he recognizes the source or not, he's amusedly encouraged by her meeting-speak and offers her a small taste of his meat, as it were. Once she ascertains that it's after midnight, she accepts. Careful, Henry or you'll see how much less convincing her WW talk is when colored by an empty stomach.
Episode Report CardCouch Baron: A- | 726 USERS: B
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