Two weeks later, the Vermont Supreme Court legalizes human-vampire marriage in the state. "Courthouses will be staying open after dark to accommodate hundreds of couples from all over America." When this was written it would have been tongue-in-cheek, a slight reference to an ongoing agony; nobody could have predicted California a few weeks before this aired. It lends the silly metaphor a bit more silly weight than necessary. Sam turns off the TV, irritated and frustrated, and Arlene -- looking lovely, with hair gathered on her head like a pineapple -- giggles at Sookie madly. "Oh my God, you know what this means? Now you and Bill can get married!" Sookie tells her to knock it off: "This isn't Vermont. Besides, he hasn't even asked me yet. And I don't know what I'd say if he did." Arlene gets very nudgy-winky about it, but Sam decides to whine his way into a whole new octave, killing the buzz.

"You should marry Bill," Sam sasses them. "Hell, I'll even throw you a party. Won't even break the bank, because all you need is a couple kegs of TruBlood seein' as how they don't eat or drink. Bet there's even a vampire band and vampire wedding decorations. Put Arlene's party to shame!" Sookie's hair is back to the wavy, bouncy look that favors her best, especially when she flounces away.