Lip shows up at Sheila's to pick up Karen, who A) Looks amazing and B) Isn't pulling any of that Lolita shit this week, and of course Frank tries to be all, "My boy, my oldest boy," and of course Lip isn't interested. Frank's wearing a fabulously floral vest that matches Sheila's dress -- very like 1985 neon cabbage-roses kind of a thing -- and Sheila is looking almost so uncool she's cool, and they watch her walk to the door -- Eddie talking shit as she goes -- and she says, "I've got my purse, and my gift, and my gloves, and my selective serotonin re-uptake inhibitor, and my monoamine oxidase inhibitor. I have my anti-anxiety disco biscuits. And I am ready to go. I am really ready."

She is not, of course, and it's brutally sad -- although props for "disco biscuit" because it reminds me of my third-favorite song from 2010 and also is not a term I'd heard much before that -- and finally Karen breaks the silence by offering to bring her back a slice of cake. She thanks her daughter, desperately, and wanders slowly back up the stairs to be ashamed of herself in private. Kills me every time.

As Marty's waking up, chained to the toilet -- and, laughing hysterically, throwing his feet back over his head to shove the toilet away from the wall in a way that looks absurdly uncomfortable -- they do the wedding. At the Alibi, of course. Afterward, Frank gives a speech that manages to be mostly about his balls, and then finally Mama produces the mysterious envelope... Which contains like a US Bond or something for $500. Of course, they're too happy now to do much more than laugh and kiss, and kiss, and kiss.

Later, they're still wondering where the cake is, and V can tell Fiona's stressing about Steve's whole thing: "That's the trouble with the exciting ones. The unpredictability is what makes them so exciting but it's also what makes them so damned unpredictable." She points out Tony, who's at least there, but I don't think Fiona has to wait too long before Steve shows up after all.

And back home, Sheila's watching Princess Di's wedding, probably not for the first time, and it's just as real as the wedding she was planning to see today. "She was a real princess," Sheila sighs, and looks over at Eddie. "Yeah, well, she's dead now. How's that for happily ever after?" And almost as though it had never occurred to her before, but irksome especially now that she'd convinced herself Frank was dying, she looks over at her husband with the sternest look on her face: "Asshole."