Amanda explains that she wants to talk about the wedding, and he changes the subject, but she's all over it: she only came on the trip to talk about the wedding anyway. Betty's so excited about Marc's wedding, and can't understand why he's not talking about it, saying that she would never ever stop talking about hers. "And we would all kill ourselves in six different ways," Marc snaps, and she asks if there are going to be two best men, which he says is offensive, which gives her liberal straight guilt, and she's all over gay marriage and whatever, but obviously the best man is Amanda. She starts talking to herself about how she already bought a fuschia dress and Betty's all No On Prop 8 and finally Marc turns on the radio and makes them listen to Christian radio. Which as far as I'm concerned is exactly what getting married's like anyway. Barf.
Wili hears something and crosses her fingers that it's an eight-pointer, but no, just the one: Daniel, carrying his new crush. She screams -- "Is it too much to ask for something with antlers?" -- but then, that's about to be Connor, by the looks of things, and she tells him it's Daniel with "some cripply wood nymph." Connor draws his sight on them, and tells her sort of prickly that it's his fiancée Molly, which cheers Wili up because she's age-appropriate and wearing ugly boots.
Connor notes the surprise in Wili's voice, and she's like, "Well! She's wonderfully ordinary!" Connor steps over that steaming pile and rushes over, because she's limping. Just as Daniel's getting the 411 that she's there with an employee, Connor runs over and sweeps Molly into his arms, leaving Daniel holding his gun like a little boy. She giggles and grins goodbye over Connor's shoulder, but I mean: Daniel, you have the pectorals of a seriously overcompensating former fat kid. You could have carried her that whole way, if you'd thought about it.
Betty's still giving minutely updates about how far they're going, and Amanda's like, "Betty. Now's a good time for some stress eating." Assuming Cliff's a food-stasher, she opens his glovebox and squeals a high-pitched squeal. She tries to play it off, but finally gives up the goods: a Tiffany's receipt for two wedding rings. There's collective apoplexy in the car, and Marc does the following things in quick succession: has a panic attack, hits his asthma inhaler, snatches at the receipt, and crashes the car. The act out, horribly, is on just Betty's screaming mouth, like those scary teeth that walk.