New York, House Party, Night: Looks like Andrew never got a call from Monica Reynolds' parents. No wonder Juliet is such a mess. She's raising her own damned self. She's in the corner with a friend who is puking into a waste basket. I gag. Juliet seems relatively sober. She tries to convince Monica to take a cab to the Martins' place. Monica says she can't. She has to get her car back home or her dad will freak. Juliet reasons with her, telling her she's too drunk to drive. She again tries to get Monica to take a cab with her back to Park Ave., and she'll have her dad's driver see Monica home. Monica says her parents will kill her. Juliet acquiesces. "I'll get you home." Bad choice, Jules.
Park Ave: Andrew and Bridget sit back to back in the dressing room, as they get ready for the opening of Gemma's art pavilion. Bridget comments on the tension between them and wonders if Andrew is too upset to attend. When he snaps that he'll be fine, Bridget says, "I didn't tell you about Bridget because I was ashamed, and it sucks to feel that way about your family." Andrew says, "You don't have to be ashamed. It's not like you did those things." No, it's not like it. It is it, love. Bridget goes on about how it's different with twins. She was afraid if she told Andrew the truth, it would change the way he felt about her. Andrew: "Can't you give me a little more credit?" Bridget says she should have and adds, "I'm sorry. I know it's wrong. Sometimes it's easier to lie." When Andrew stiffens up at that, Bridget says, "You know what I mean. Andrew, no one tells the truth 100 percent of the time. Being honest -- it makes you vulnerable, and that's scary. I'm sure there are things you're not 100 percent honest with me about." Andrew: "I'd be lying if I said otherwise." Bridget: "Well, you don't have to. I'll promise you I'll never judge." Andrew: "What? Even if they're awful?" Bridget: "Mmm, yeah."