Pete arrives home in a right state, and even denies his wife a kiss in favor of telling her that they're not going to the adoption agency, no way, no how. She points out that he's shouting, but he refuses to change his tone, angrily biting off each word: "We are not. Adopting. A child! That's final." She again tries to get him to calm down, but after he starts yelling for real, she responds in kind, shouting that he can't speak to her that way. Pete's response is to take the chicken off the dinner table and hurl it off the balcony, platter and all. Well, his stance on adoption may not make him look like much of a humanitarian, but at least he's feeding the homeless. Trudy yells that he's lost his mind and stomps off, as Pete pours himself a much-needed drink. I wonder how many neighbors of theirs have moved at this point.
The TV's "Million Dollar Movie" this evening is The Day The Earth Stood Still, and oh, God, I forgot about this scene, which is a precursor to the awful upcoming one. Joan and her fiancé Greg are in bed fooling around, and when he mentions that he's tired, she gets on top of him and offers, "Let me do the driving." He can't deal with her sexuality, though, calling her off, and then, like so many stealth assholes, compounds the problem by making it about her: "Where'd you pick that up?" This is apparently not the first such conversation they've had, as she wearily tells him to stop that. "You know there is no before." He continues to be a dick: "I'm sorry that I don't know all the things you want." Joan assures him that he does, but he uses the excuse about being on call again soon to turn away from her. Joan sadly focuses her attention on the TV and wonders how the honeymoon can be over before the wedding has even occurred.