Damn, ladies. No quarter, huh? It was just both barrels, the entire time. And the only possible scenario in which I wouldn't hate Jackie Florrick, so, well done in many ways.
Peter takes the opportunity to menace Cristian, as the storm rises; turns out Jackie's extended his hours because she enjoys his company. For what it's worth, Cristian mostly seems to enjoy making Peter uncomfortable, although you can tell he thinks Jackie's a hoot. I would not put the likelihood too high of anything hinky going on, because it is better and funnier if Peter just slowly goes insane agonizing over the ludicrous prospect.
Veronica: "So Peter, he's over a lot? And you go over to his house, too?"
Alicia: "Yeah, he's my husband. So."
Veronica: "Is this because of me?"
Alicia: "Oh, for Christ's sake. Fuck you, you old bat."
Veronica: "I mean, is it because you can't let go of anything, ever? You can't leave Peter because that's how you've always been? Like, you wouldn't go after Will for example, because that would make you like me? A whore?"
Alicia's sigh is an angry gust. Her eyes are welling up, at this point. I don't know that she'd be able to put words to the things her mother is doing to her. Reaching into her works, with those little old lady hands, pushing buttons and pulling levers. Pressing old bruises -- Will -- and calling into question things that are already decidedly undecided -- Peter. Coming into her house, after two years of nothing, telling her shit she already knew. Shit that was barely true back when it was true. The sheer nerve, of this flighty idiot, to turn the telescope around and focus on her daughter for no better reason than she feels judged, accurately, as a liar. Like she's the bad guy; like she's the asshole.
Alicia, verbatim: "I look at you sometimes, Mom, and I am just ... amazed."
Veronica, verbatim: "I'm happy! I never do anything I don't want to do."
Alicia: "That sounds terrible to me, actually. The only things I like doing are things I don't want to do. I'm sort of a gladiator in that way."
Veronica, pressing: "Can you say that you're happy?"
Alicia, in tears: "I can say that I'm living the life I want, and I can say there are a lot bigger things..."
Veronica: "Wrong. All that matters is happiness."