Now that Claire and Ted are inside, Rico goes up to where David is still staring at Claire's door in disbelief. He stands glaring at David until the latter finally snaps, "What?" "So when can we talk about it?" Rico demands. David angrily says fine, and reaches into his pocket for his keys, which he throws at Rico's feet. "You want the whole fucking business, Rico? It's yours," David yells, heading inside. "There, we had our talk." Rico flings the keys at the door that David just slammed behind himself. Wow, all of that was actually kind of upsetting.
Cut to George and Ruth in the pediatrician's exam room, waiting, I assume, for the pediatrician. Maya sits in George's lap as he fiddles with his cell phone and complains that nobody returns calls any more. No, that's just to you, George. Ruth complains about how long they've been waiting for the doctor. Finally, in comes Brenda, apologizing for her lateness. Which is understandable, because she had to fix breakfast -- no, that's not right. She had to dig up Maya's medical records -- oh wait. Um, she had to find directions to the doctor's office? No? Okay, so she's just late for no reason. "Mommy!" Maya bleats, and runs to her. They all commiserate some more about the wait for the doctor, and Brenda asks if they brought Maya's stuff. After an awkward pause, George says it's in the car. But no moment is so awkward that Ruth can't make it more so, which she does in this case by blurting, "I think Maya should stay with us." Brenda rather coldly says that Maya isn't going to. Ruth argues that Brenda's going to have her hands full with the new baby and that Maya is going to end up at Ruth's again anyway (in which case, way to blow it, there, Ruth), but Brenda says Billy will be around to help her out. "Well, I'm not sure that's the best environment," Ruth sniffs, and Brenda shoots back, "Well, I'm not sure I care what you think, Ruth." Which is Ruth's opening to play the wronged party, getting up and announcing that she'll wait in the car. Brenda and George both ask her to stay, but she says the room is too crowded anyway, hugs Maya goodbye, and leaves.
Brenda leans against the wall, glaring at the ceiling in exasperation. George quietly says, "You are about to have a brand new baby." Brenda asks how it's any of George's business. "She's all Ruth has right now," George says. "She's all. Ruth. Has." Rather than correctly pointing out that that's Ruth's problem ["or that Ruth has two other living children, like, shut up, George" -- Sars], Brenda dreams up Late Nate, Jr. perched on the exam table and saying, "Whereas you've got your anger, your self-pity, and your spite. Are you really going to make Maya pay for the rest of her life because I fucked somebody else and died? She's better off with my mom, Bren, and you know it." A nurse pops in to apologize for the wait, and Nate's gone. Brenda looks at her adorable stepdaughter playing on the floor and says to George, "Okay, keep her." Wow, does being dead really mean you automatically win every argument?