And now, the famous and very bizarre Waffle House sequence. The group gets off the bus at a Waffle House, where apparently they're being forced to stop. They have become prisoners at Waffle House! I know people who have had that dream, actually. They wake up drooling. In the bathroom, Rebecca is still complaining. I'm not sure why, because truly, nothing is quite so awesome as syrup exposure in the middle of the night, but nevertheless, Rebecca is boo-hooing and whining. Out at one of the tables, Tammy notes to Bill that indeed, the Weavers seem to be losing it. "Good," he says, undoubtedly thrilled that someone else's kids are more immature than his.
Rachel says, "I can't take it, Mommy," and Mama Weaver tells them that they'll all just gloriously lie, then, and pretend to be happy. Mama Weaver claims in an interview that she "reached down and found strength," when it appears that in fact, she reached down and found the crazy, which really didn't require that much reaching, I don't think. Out in the parking lot, the Weavers sort of dance about, apparently believing that this will make them seem sane and happy. What it actually makes them seem to be doing is losing their shit, and that's what DJ says in an interview. When DJ is dissing your mental health, like that's serious. Really, if that was supposed to be an approximation of what coping looks like, it wasn't a very good one, unfortunately.
When we get back from commercials, Rebecca talks about the fact that she doesn't usually break down like that, despite having worse things happen in the last year and a half than a bad bus ride. Well, I'll say. Which is perhaps why I'm not sure this kind of high-stress, high-exposure experience was a great thing for this particular family, but I'm not their mom, so I guess I leave it to her judgment. It's just I would expect them to be fragile, you know? Rachel adds that the "highs and lows" are wearing her down, so she tries to "take it as it comes." She certainly has enough clichés working for her, I think.