Over at the Deckers', the party is in full swing, with Sylvia hectoring the guest of honor about how the movie is a ridiculous male fantasy. Harry protests, "Hey, I'm not a real doctor! I just played one in the movie." Everyone laughs, and Gail comes over, drunkenly slurring about how Linda Lovelace didn't invent that move, and she could sure give Linda a run for her money. And that is how Gail introduces herself. Trina flees to answer the doorbell, and it's Susan, looking pretty in a sleeveless turquoise wrap dress. Go, Susan!

A few seconds later, the door opens again and Trina exclaims, "I don't believe it! Janet?" Sure enough, it is. And she's ditched the usual plaid for a paisley shirtdress here. Tom is delighted: "Well, well, well, look who's stepping up for Harry." Janet corrects that she's here to support Susan. Tom hustles off to get both of them gimlets (go, Janet, unwinding a little!) and Trina takes Janet by the arm, inviting her to come mingle. I love it!

As the party continues, poor Harry finds himself fending off Gail's increasingly explicit overtures, and he flees to the kitchen. We see Susan heading over to Sylvia's knot of people; Sylvia is holding forth with, "It's a complete witch hunt, conceived and executed by Washington ideologues." Susan interjects with, "And we're all paying for it with our tax dollars." This opens up into a nice back-and-forth where Susan admits that Sylvia has a point, and Sylvia apologizes for bulldozing over Susan earlier. They toast one another.