So Kevin wakes up hung over and remembers what he did, and V is already up and at 'em, gathering booze for part two/her part of the engagement party, which means taking a billion beers and tiny bottles of gross champagne over to the Gallaghers so they can... Yeah, more white people dancing. Ugh.

But before that, Debbie counts out her reward money upstairs, with Gin-Gin sleeping soundly under the covers, tucked in nice and tight. And down the hall, Fiona and Steve flop backwards onto the bed so you can see his hip bones winking at you amazingly, and she just wants a shower, but there's no hot water, so she feels poor and gross some more, and Steve just says: "You really are beautiful."

"I hope I'm not fucking up the kids," she says in response, but it still all makes sense. He understands what she means. This show makes more sense if you just pretend it's about a single mom. Mainly because that's what this show is about. Macy's center stage on all the ads and posters, but without Fiona they'd all be dead and there would be no show, and I certainly wouldn't care about any of it.

They're summoned downstairs for the big party, and Steve throws his arm around Kev's delts like they're buddies and he's like, "Does she deserve you?" and Kev suddenly goes super fucking dark, like that, like a light went off, and it's really scary and a little sad, suddenly.

Eddie has to wait -- in his PJs, towel over his shoulder -- until Frank's done in the bathroom. Over in the bedroom he can see Sheila sorting through her many pastel-colored penii. When Frank comes out, you've learned not to expect a confrontation, so it's even funnier when he's like, "Take the Advil now. You want to stay ahead of the pain."