Gloria: "He's out of his fucking mind! Probably wants them in small bills!"
Eleanor: "This business with Jackie..."
Gloria: "Off limits. [But] nothing you did set it off, if that's what you're worried about."
Eleanor: "Meh. But points for insight, bro. Anyway, I'd be happy to pitch in on the statues."
Gloria, grinning: "I'd rather gouge Coop."

Having heard for the first time about Coop's wedding, Eleanor gets a crazy idea and heads into his office. The gleeful sort of insanity going on here is a gorgeous thing to behold, although since it's Coop there's a certain pathos to dicking him around at all.

Eleanor: "You're not really working, are you? You're on Facebook or Skype or something, right?"
Coop: "Reading about warts. Gross!"

Eleanor: "Fabulous about the wedding. D'you know, I'm curious though. You and I working together what, five, six years? Here you are on the verge of signing away your willy till death do you part, and you've never asked me out. Not once. Never gave it the old college try. Didn't want to give it a go, eh?"

Coop, of course, is happy to give her a "go," fairly knocking his desk over via awkwardness and boners, and there's a whole marvelous dance of seduction between Eleanor, who exists in like a constant state of seduction, and Cooper who has no idea what the fuck is ever going on, and she gets right in his face and he almost loses consciousness, and he asks her out, and she's like, "Fuck no, dude."

Coop, sadly, mumbling: "Why would you make me ask you out if you were just gonna say no?"
Eleanor, very much in charge of life today: "Ego is ego, my friend."
Coop, still dazed: "Is that Latin?"

I think this is the part where Eleanor realizes that she's just being mean, so she kisses him firmly on the mouth and congratulates him on the wedding and it's so, so good. Then she's out of there.

CHAPEL HALL

Jackie: "No problem, Kevin. I completely understand that, like every episode this season, you are going to disappear for large blocks of time. Luckily I am self-absorbed and in detox so I don't really care that much. Just tell me that we're a family and that Grace isn't going to burn down our entire house with us in it. I need to at least pretend that we are a husband-and-wife team."
Kevin, getting dressed up real pretty, smelling like cologne: "Presume away. Love ya!"