The guy with the eyebrows from Mad Men, whose wife Don was so very inappropriate with that time, the Hotel Manager, is not happy to be hiring scabs. In fact, he makes it devastatingly clear right in the middle of Nathalie's blasé attempt to side with Management against Labor, he's on the side of the picketers. It's just that he is supporting his youngest son's ice dancing habit.

"Russia, 2014. Noel Kruszewski. Remember that name." They look at the young man and his gay ice dancing outfit, and before they can remark on the total gayness of this entire thing, he's like, "He's not gay. Well, he might be gay." Either way they are cool with Noel Kruszewski's ice-dancing ass, because they want jobs and I guess only his dad's eyebrows can provide them with jobs.

Nathalie, see, she's a "great problem solver." Which is true. Especially if you leave out "And an even better problem causer." Additionally, Nathalie "manages" people really well. Which is, again, true. She pops her waspy stinger in there and waits for God to take care of the rest, zinging little heart attacks and random Armenians at anybody who dares to disobey. Randy's got "extensive culinary training," and Mike is great behind the bar: "Quick with the bottle, short with the pour." Eyebrows tells them how impressive they are and then points at Randy, Mike and Nathalie in turn: "Dishwasher. Bellhop. Maid."

Not jobs for white people, which silently irks them in a place they can't quite identify, but as Nathalie says, this is merely a "seedling, from which we will branch out and flourish." Mike is entirely unsure that even this Newman life is sustainable, given that they are a family of crazies, but Nathalie has hope. "This is who we are now. This is us." But as Michelle once said to Romy, "But okay, if those things were so easy to get, wouldn't we already have them?"

"What if you'd have gotten a real job after Dad died, and we could have skipped all this shit?" Nathalie explains that she would have had to sell the house, they'd have gone to a different zip code -- the horror! -- and the boys would have gone to even lousier public schools. The way she says it, you can hear the way Nancy's been telling herself this, every second, for the last six years. If you can accept the lot of a million other widows just like yourself, turn back to page one. If you're a Daredevil Girl looking for your next hit, turn to page 420. She nearly sounds bored, she's heard this speech so much: