Dean's hospital room, where he's currently being visited by the Goofus twins, Andy and Doug. And, of course, there's a hot nurse in the room wearing, like, a mini-dress masquerading as a uniform (it's bright teal, like we're in Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead all of a sudden), which essentially validates Andy's existence in the scene. If there's no avenue for him to be gross or inappropriate, what's the point? To that end, Andy and Doug's sympathy for their fallen friend gets sidetracked when they figure they can gank some of his morphine drip, because in the Degenerate Olympics, they're in a fierce battle for the gold. They do, however, promise Dean that they'll be able to help pay for his rehab with the money that will soon be flowing again from the reestablished MILF business. Is Dean even in the MILF business anymore? He'd better hope his benefits haven't expired.
Celia's explaining to Sullivan that she's going to have to sell her house in Majestic to pay for Dean's rehab. Sullivan tells her she can't sell the house, seeing as she doesn't really own the house, since he acquired it through shady means and gave it to her as a bribe. She asks if he can sell the house for her, but he doesn't seem interested in doing that. He tells Celia she'll think of something. Thanks, boyfriend!
At Nancy's house, she and Val are on the patio, drinking wine and enjoying the rolling blackouts that are currently keeping things nice and candle-lit. They're good and drunk, the kind of drunk where you find ways to laugh about thinks like overpopulation and the depletion of our natural resources. Seriously. Nancy lies down to look up at the stars and reminisce about how much easier it was to deal with her kids when they were toddlers. Val cosigns that and takes up some floor next to Nancy, who semi-nonsequiters that Tim's "kind of a dickhead." Val's all, "Hey, I love my son!" until she thinks about it for three seconds. "I love my dickhead son," she Heathers, and they both giggle madly. Nancy announces that she has ice cream cake, which should seal the deal on making Val her friend. Ice cream cake would make the president of Iran my friend. Andy wanders out and tells the two drunken, braying women to keep it down. He makes the mistake of calling Val "ma'am," which in turn causes her to bare her breasts to him, in order to prove that hers are not the tits of a "ma'am." Andy agrees, and with an admirable lack of total piggishness. She takes off to get the cake and three forks.