The light fixture is installed, and they start screwing bulbs in madly. With the fixture on, of course. Frink: "You sure you want to leave that on while you're doing this?" He has a fit if I don't turn off a lamp or light before replacing a burned-out bulb.

Ellen micromanages Chuckles as he applies glue to the back of the cork. She tells him to get it closer to the edge. Chuckles: "Okay." Ellen: "'Okay,' you'll do it, or 'okay,' shut up?"

MPDP walks into the kitchen with her arms full of about nine cartons of eggs, so many that her head is tilted backward, with the top box tucked under her chin. She says she thinks she could be in the circus. Actually, it's pretty easy to imagine her being one of those people who prances around, presenting hoops for animals to jump through and announcing clowns and whatnot. I think she'd like the hoochie costumes, too. Debbie starts placing the cartons on the counter as MPDP asks what they're doing, and whether this is a joke because of what Debbie said about the table looking like an egg yolk. Debbie thinks Hildi's trying to get back at them. They have to hard-boil all of them. MPDP: "This better not be a joke." Why the hell not? It would be in keeping with the theme of the room. Also, how did she miss the opportunity to say "yolk" there instead of "joke"? You're slipping, Mippy.

Ellen and Laurie paint decorations on the toy boxes.

Sewing World. Hitchcock's right in the thick of things. He must be so pissed off at his agent about this gig. Hildi tells Debbie they're going to hang curtains on the wall where the window is, and over the opening between the dining room and living room. Just plain white curtains. I would have thought she would use that twig fabric. Debbie seems happy about having more white in there.

Amy Wynn is mounting the headboards. Laurie wonders how to get the upholstered part in and Amy Wynn shows her that she hasn't secured them yet; they're just hanging on a cleat. Laurie says it will be a childproof room. Yeah, good luck with that. I'm not sure such a room's been invented.

Debbie tells Hildi that she's not too worried about her house. Hildi: "Why, 'cause Laurie's over there?" Debbie: "No, 'cause you're here!" Bwah! You know, I have to say, Hildi seems not to get her feelings hurt very easily. I think Doug would be faxing in his instructions from the nearest bar by this point if he had HOs talk to him this way. Then again, Hildi...feelings...sorry, I lost my head there.