So for Eleanor, who's been doing drugs in the middle of the day and Sam in the middle of the chapel, to throw herself a hot news anchor, that's not shocking lesbianism, it's just another secret these people have started telling. Another way to go wild after her nasty little family finally flew apart. I mean, you can tell Eleanor's sort of blown her own mind, but I think only in that it matters. They hooked up, just for a couple days, when Sarah was on her way up to Washington. "I thought this was behind me, I really did," she says. The butterflies, the cheating, the whole wild mess.
Jackie asks to meet Sarah, but then scoots madly when they spot Sam coming up, looking fine as hell. Like she literally vaporizes. He sits down and breaks up with her, quickly and in a somewhat kind way, and you can tell she thinks it's just a hoot until he says the problem is A) Having indiscriminate sex when you're a sex addict (which is offensive when you're talking to the person) and B) His girlfriend is back. And this time when Eleanor pats him on the head and says hers is too, he finally hears her. Coop's constant douchey jaw --dropping now -- has competition, even if lesbians are the only thing about real life that don't shock him.
Coop shows up with the contract and informs Gloria that "the whole good-looking thing" is a blessing, not a curse. Gloria takes this information -- or the relaying of this information -- way better than probably anybody else would, because to her he is a puny ant.
Lenny greets Zoey with a hearty, "What's up, boo?" She tells him to chill and he asks why she keeps shutting him down and should he just leave her alone, and she apologizes, stepping closer, finally telling him about the pregnancy. "Happy?" On this show people are constantly telling secrets and then making up new secrets to keep, and nobody is ever happy. But cute little Lenny with his puppydog goatee does a great impression of being happy, for her, if she is happy. Mostly he's just confused, because what was the cute girl at work with clearly few social skills and gay bunnies on her scrubs is now the kind of woman who is pregnant, which means rerouting about fifty different brain things.