Previously Jackie flushed the Libyan ear, awesomely. Then that boy died and she felt guilty about it because she was high, so she yelled at Coop and almost made him cry, but he grabbed her breast instead. Jackie has a student nurse, a boyfriend, two BFFs, a drug problem and a loving family at home. The credits are sort of weird and go on for a long time: everything flying in slow motion out of her bathroom cabinet: coffee, drugs, wedding ring, religious icons, intercut with her beautiful face and wise smile.

Then it's later and Jackie is cutting her husband's hair. Do we have a name on him? Kevin? Well, he's darling. And shirtless. So she's cutting the hair; her own, by the way, looks pretty much amazing. She looks like Starbuck. So he says he doesn't really care about the back, since he can't see it: he's behind the bar all day, et cetera. The back of the hair is the only thing we do for other people, it's like the anti-us. There's a lock of hair on the front, he says, that he's particularly interested in, so she comes around in front to check it out. Before you know it, they're making out and on the kitchen floor and he's rolling around in Fruity Pebbles. He says it felt more like Cap'n Crunch, and she tells him to focus! Focus!

Then it's later and she's making lunch for the girls and crushes about a hundred Percocets in a cute mortar and pestle and seals them into sliced-open Sweet 'N All packets: "Mid-morning, mid-afternoon, the long ride home." As she does so, she lays down some science knowledge for us: "Percocet should never be crushed, broken or chewed. Unless you want it to hit your system like a bolt of lightning. Which is only a problem if you're afraid of lightning. Which I am not."

Then it's later and the girls are dressed, and Scott -- Scott? Kevin -- Kevin is all over the place because the bar he owns, they're getting a new ice machine and beer delivery so he's gotta get a move on, and Fiona wants waffles, in fact Fiona was promised waffles ("Honey, I lied.") while all Grace wants is to tie her shoes as tightly as possible. They aren't tight enough, never tight enough; it's stressing Gracie out.

I think the issue is that they physically cannot be tight enough. You have no idea how hard it is to watch your child falling, and you can't do anything to stop it. Jackie ties the shoes even tighter while Grace eats; Fiona hears the garbage truck and thinks it's the bus, so she knocks over the Fruity Pebbles, but Kevin tells her it's okay: Daddy likes Fruity Pebbles on the floor. They smile and wink at each other, and Grace knows they're up to something, but she can't figure what. "Don't worry about it, my darling." But she's going to. Add it to the list.