Hey, it looks like this show has given up on using the TV shows characters watch as a subtle commentary on their lives. Ruth, for instance, is sitting on the couch in her housecoat watching Thelma and Louise. Can't imagine what that might have to do with her situation. Rico comes in from his date. Ruth offers him a glass of Sambuca and says she wants to hear about it. "Was this the dental hygienist or the investment banker?" she asks. He says the former, explaining that "the banker was too...shiny." Any hope that Rico's being poetic in some way is shattered when Ruth says, "It may have just been an unfortunate lotion." Rico sits down with his Sambuca and continues to be noncommittal. Ruth: "Did you get a sense of what kind of person she was? Does she seem solid?" Rico says yeah, and Ruth all-about-mes that "it's so important to feel you can rely on someone." Rico comments that he never dated before Vanessa. "Enjoy it, dear," Ruth advises. "But try not to be blinded by lust, if you can." Rico's mind goes to a bad, bad place, but at least it's got plenty of company. Hi, everyone!

Nate and David are sitting out on the porch all antisocial-like, until Claire comes outside and asks if they want to get high. "I could get high," David says agreeably. Amusingly, all three Fishers are holding, although David's is "left over from when we went to the Hollywood Bowl." "That's too old," Claire scoffs at her hopelessly square brother, and starts to get her own out. "Mine cost two hundred bucks for an eighth," Nate brags. "Let's smoke that," Claire duhs, and Nate gets up to go inside for the good stuff. "Don't tell Keith we're smoking," David says. "He gets really annoying when he's high." Nate says he doesn't want to make a big deal of it in front of his pregnant wife, either, and of course Claire says that Billy's meds mean he's out of luck. Nate leaves his siblings alone in the resultant awkward silence. "How's Mom?" Claire finally asks. "When was the last time you talked to her?" David asks. "You might want to call her tomorrow before the wedding so it's not tense." "She can call me," Claire selfishes. Before David can respond, Nate's back with the weed, improbably not having been waylaid by any Fisher dates during his journey inside the house. I can't believe Keith is just sitting in there happily chatting with the Chenowiths. Although I suppose Brenda could have handed him a stack of Childs and told him to go to town. As David tries to spark up, Claire tries to spark conversation: "What do you guys think about Billy? He's in a really good place, you think?" David agrees so that he can hold his smoke in, but since Nate hasn't had his turn yet, he says, "It doesn't mean I'm not gonna lay awake at night worried about the fact that you're in that guy's bed." Claire whines, "It's so unfair to hold things that happened years ago against you. It's basically saying that people can't change. I mean, you changed." And so have any number of people in their fourth decade of a murder sentence, but never mind. Taking a hit, Nate says it's true that he changed: "I'm not totally fucking insane, Claire. I mean, I didn't try and carve a tattoo off somebody's ass." Nice to see the weed is mellowing him out. Nate hands it to Claire, because he hasn't already done enough to make her paranoid.