Bill is grey of skin and singing the title song with his dorky head thrown back and some kind of idiotic vaudevillian accent and it's just too difficult to even watch. And if you thought Lorena's atrocious accent was unbearable in the here and now, let me introduce you to Faviana and Guillaume Olivier, who are the people Bill and Lorena are pretending to be. They're French, so they're like totally over conventional mores and Prohibition and not being totally creepy and stupid. She's all bisexual and weird and he's all rapey and he's so dapper and she's a flapper and whatever. I wonder if Faviana and Guillaume are characters they played a lot back then, or just did it at this one lame party.

Anyway, Faviana suggests the lame people that threw this lame party -- Who are so Jazz Age you can smell the brilliantine, like his name's "Sidney" and he bought his little lady a beautiful necklace to get out of one "whopper" of a fight, and it's just offensive. This whole thing is so fucking stupid, not least because Lorena makes me want to claw my own eyes out but also because what, like they're all going to start doing the Charleston on the wing of a biplane with bathtub gin martinis and saying "you really know your onions, kid" and "twenty-three skidoo" and whatever. Tim Curry and Bernadette Peters stealing orphans. I mean, what's the point of doing a flashback if it's just flashing back to somebody else's cheesy Xeroxed memory of a memory of a lie that didn't exist in the first place? It's like a junior varsity football player's diorama of Atlantic City -- that they do some lame swinging, and the guy is like, "Let's ankle, baby vamp" or whatever, because he's gross, and the choice bit of calico with the necklace gets all bicurious, because welcome to flappers. And the whole time Guillaume's going the full Peter Allen Ish Kabibble over at the piano, and it is all. Wet. Then he comes over and flirts with the lame people, and he and Faviana keep like winking and nudging and eyebrowing at each other, as if we might forget for one second that they are giant drama queen vampires who are going to fuck and eat these people, and generally Chicago Bill is just as hilarious as Bon Temps Bill, but this time by being "sexy" in slow-motion instead of crying and bossing people around endlessly like he does now.