But Mickey is not only being crass in a library for at least the two reasons of being obnoxious and getting a sad old-man boner, he is multitasking as usual: He calls Ezra and just plays the twerk music on the phone to make Ezra feel insane.
Understands who knows what percentage of the slang that MGW is dropping in her kitchen, but we know enough about her parents' plausible-deniability racism to know that she doesn't really care. She just wants to date him and piss them off. Which I admire her dedication, because he is annoying as shit in a very realistically narcissistic Bieber way.
He tells her that she is "buggin'," is what we're dealing with. She says her boring life is boring, and he responds that she buggin'.
Abby comes home and does not want MGW in the house but can't say that, but then he finally heads out to get the rest of the groceries, thanks to her weird vibes, and then she bitches Bridget out about it. There is a phenomenal hair-splitting moment where Abby points out that he lives in that house down the block, like, it's not that he's black -- she doesn't see race (unless it's her husband's secret black half-brother) -- it's that he lives in that house down the street. You know, the one with all the black folks.
Bridget: "He's a nice kid, don't be a dick. And by the way, why isn't dad living here?"
Abby: "It is just for business, staying in the LA apartment."
MGW brings the rest of the groceries in, and Abby calms down enough to see that he is very sweet and very young, and has some motherly feelings that she keeps to herself, and then softly asks him if he'd like to eat with them. I like that it wasn't just to appease Bridget, but that she took Bridget seriously enough to look past all his thug signifiers and notice that he is a little kid -- one who lives in a scary McMansion, unsupervised, where they play loud music all day and all night -- and relate on that level: Not like she understands anything about his life, but just coming from her own direction as a mother of teenagers. And as a person who lives to piss her husband off, of course.
Yes to the check, but no to giving Ray power of attorney over the check. $1.4M of Bunchy's (and Mickey's) drugs of choice is a lot of drugs, which any normal person would see coming, which Mickey saw coming and is a well he's taken great strides to poison. As much as I kind of love his unhelpful obsession with pushing on Bunchy's sex bruises -- not to mention the fact that he's so far-future sexually that he honestly can't see why Bunchy can't compartmentalize it, let alone deal with it -- it makes the drug codependency even sadder.