Elsewhere, Juliette finally returns home and finds her house suspiciously quiet. With no ketchup boiling in a saucepot or Maury paternity battles playing on the TV, one might surmise that MethMom has gotten herself into a bit of trouble. When Bo, who appears to be Juliette's security guy, suggests that Jolene might be sleeping, Juliette storms up to the bedroom. There she finds MethMom passed out on the bed in her underwear. A really grimy looking guy is there, too, along with some pills and empty booze bottles. So, I guess Juliette's plan to just ignore MethMom for six more weeks has been compromised. She says, "Dammit," I think because MethMom still appears to be breathing.

Juliette wastes little time in throwing MethMom's grimy companion out of the house, and MethMom is so upset about the situation that she follows Juliette onto the street wearing only a tank top and her underwear and raving about how mean Juliette is being. Just at this point some neighbors are walking by, and they actually stop and gawk at the scene. Given that this is a gated community, you'd think they'd at least have the decency to just get real slow and pretend they're moving along while desperately straining to eavesdrop. Have manners! Juliette tells Jolene that she can't keep doing this over and over again, and has to get some help. Jolene in turn says that she doesn't have to do a damn thing, and that there's nothing wrong with her. Tough talk from an intoxicated woman with fried hair standing in her underwear with a belly full of pink macaroni in the midst of a gated community. Juliette calls Jolene embarrassing, and Jolene is all, "At least I didn't steal a bottle of nail polish!" She gets quite mean, and more neighbors start gathering around and whispering. I hope the grimy guy at least has the opportunity to rob their houses while they're just standing around like that.