In the car on the way home, Daniel and his wife sit stone-faced in the front while Grace looks vaguely nauseated in the back seat. Mrs. Daniel starts by saying that they love Grace, but then quickly veers into guilt-trip territory, which Grace seems to be used to by now. Mrs. Daniel launches into the tale of how she dribbled in her underwear every day for six months after giving birth to Grace. Oh, Lord. This is the last straw for Grace, who starts screaming that everyone just needs to shut up. I totally get how she feels. Finally, Daniel pulls the car over so that he can turn around and yell at Grace that she should be grateful that she actually has a caring and loving intact family, because that's pretty rare these days. Grace looks scared, like she's used to her mom yelling and piling on guilt, but that her dad doesn't do it all that much. Mrs. Daniel looks impressed that her husband finally grew a pair.

The sun is coming up as the station wagon pulls into the driveway of their giant house. Where does the money come from? Daniel suggests that they not "make a big thing" with Grace's brothers, and just go and get ready for church. Mrs. Daniel adds that Grace is grounded forever, and leaves. Daniel calls Grace back and seems about to say something, but stops and says that they have to go to church. Grace walks up the driveway. Daniel reaches into the glove compartment, pulls out a prescription bottle of Vicodin, and then pops one. Wow, so far this is a lot like Rescue Me, what with the mouthy teenaged daughter and prescription-pill abuse. I wonder if there will be any other similarities.

Cut to Daniel, in full vestments or whatever they're called, giving a sermon from the pulpit of a church. I know it's not a Catholic church, because there's another celebrant on the altar, and she's female. Daniel's big sermon is about how temptation isn't totally bad because the resulting sin allows for us to practice forgiveness and receive redemption. The lady celebrant, played by Ellen Burstyn, looks a little nervous about Daniel's liberal interpretation of the rules. I have to say this now because I think it every time I see Ellen Burstyn and otherwise I'll want to say it every week: my mother-in-law went to high school with Ellen Burstyn. My mother-in-law also used to serve donuts to Malcolm X when she worked in a bakery in Detroit. She reports that he was very polite. I don't know what to make of that information, but there you go.