Basically, this priest has shown up to take away all her statuary and relics and things, which should have been warehoused 33 years ago but which action Gloria has been secretly and bureaucratically deferring and stalling ever since. "Bureaucrat to bureaucrat, can't you just look the other way?" I love that. I also love this sort of idea, under the surface, that the Church has finally gotten on the information superhighway or bought new computers and is closing redundancies and loops. Gloria informs him that this is "bullshit" and then screams, "I know Michelle Obama!"

I'd like a montage of her yelling that at like hotdog guys, her personal trainer, a bird that crapped on her shoe. Just shaking her fist at the rain or whenever NCIS gets interrupted by breaking news. It's especially awesome because, you know, she actually doesn't, which means she's just melting down about her saints on this guy.

Lenny does a whole Little Tramp pantomime number on Zoey, super sweet and super cute, with silent flourishes of cloth napkins and tuna on raisin bread and real wine glasses and everything. Then she bites into her sandwich and cracks a filling on his housekey, which romantic gesture is lost on her because it was jarring and kind of dumb.

Lenny: "I saw it in a movie. This is next level, Boo."
Zoey: "Don't put stuff in my food, Lenny."

God rolls His piano past them, toward the hospital. It's going to be okay.

Eleanor is at a loss with the Orthodoxy/parents debacle, so of course Jackie heads in. The parents' point is valid, which is that their daughter is dying and that this whole Beth Israel thing is just straight-up superstition and not worth fighting about at this time. Like, you already got our daughter and grandkids in this cult, which is annoying, and then on top of it you're going to kill her? You can kind of see what they're saying.

But then, according to David, his wife is exactly the zealot they're accusing him of turning her into, and thus would want to be transported to the right hospital, to fix the mistake the EMTs made by, you know, trying to save her life. Dad freaks out on David about having "faith" that everything will turn out fine, because to him it sounds like standing on ceremony, and it's actually about this internal fight that David is having with himself about "how strong is my faith" and questions like that, which is fine if you're on an Eat Pray Love safari but not really relevant when my daughter is bleeding out.