Bill reminds them all that they're not exactly advancing the cause, and Diane says the cause can additionally suck sunshine: "Not everyone wants to dress up and play human, Bill." Liam agrees: "Not everybody wants to live off that Japanese shit they call blood, either." And this part's interesting: "As if we could." Bill protests that they have to "moderate" their behavior, now that they're out in the open; he privately remembers to tell Sookie at least fifty more closely held vampire secrets the next time he sees her, to help with this pursuit. Malcolm's ever so rational and sweet: "Not everybody thinks it was such a great idea. And not everybody intends to tow the party line. Honey? If we can't kill people, what's the point of being a vampire?"

Bill asks after Jerry, and Malcolm sadly admits that they left him on the side of I-20, minus "a souvenir or two" (about which he, happily, does not elaborate), and Janella got moved up the scale from a Sometimes to an Anytime Food. Bill checks her out, Diane laughing ridiculously the entire time: wrapped in plastic, come to a bad end. Bill says they make him sick, and Diane complains that he used to be fun. "This all on account of that little blond breather?" Kinda. "If you insist on flaunting your ways in front of mortals," Bill says one more time, "There will be consequences." He zooms away and Malcolm preens viciously at the closed door. "Asshole." I hear you, girl.

Sam wakes up alone, with a slight headache; she's already gone, driving back home. When Tara opens the door, she's immediately clubbed over the head by a large, heavy book that's used as a weapon more often than it really should be. "Where the hell you been, you dirty whore? Out all night doing all kinds of God-know-what. You the devil, child. You ain't no child of mine..." I have to say that all anecdotal evidence would indicate that a waking Momma would be less pleasant than a passed-out Momma, and it's nice to see that confirmed.

Well, I guess not so much for Tara, who backs up in advance of Momma's next swing, causing Momma to bust ass on the floor. Tara's like, "Oh, Jesus," but Momma's fairly certain Jesus isn't interested in helping Tara at this time. "That's been clear for quite some time," Tara says ironically, towering over her mother's weakness. "You sass the Lord and I will kick your skinny ass, you hear me?" Tara reminds her that, currently, she's not even able to stand. Emboldened, brave, still high on honesty, she steels herself for bravery and says it: "...You pathetic, ugly old bitch." They are both shocked. Momma starts to cry, and Tara immediately drops to help her. "I ain't ugly," Momma whines, and I gotta say even Jesus would probably call bullshit.