Between the episode title and the opening image -- a woman lactating through her t-shirt -- I had sort of a bad feeling. That bad feeling intensified, and continued to intensify, until I thought I was going to pass out. I got over it. You will too.
Also having a bad feeling is Cesar, who is watching Esteban having a freakout in Nancy's ex-closet and screaming about how Little Stevie Ray is a big old Jew now. He points out the absurdity, considering that Nancy's not even Jewish, but he's no closer to seeing how the web of Nancy's bullshit is pulling tight around him. "Why don't women listen?" he screams, and "What is this?" It's a pashmina, Cesar explains... Leaving out how that reference would be even more apropos like ten years ago.
I don't understand the pop references on this show at all sometimes. It makes Entourage look positively hip sometimes, like with this, and then you got this whole Bernie Madoff thing with Celia that's actually relevant... It's like you took every People magazine published since Kerry/Gore and put them in a blender and you never know what's going to fly at your face. Esteban tries to rip the garment in question -- a sheer, quelle Arquette hoodie/shawl thing -- and runs off. Cesar thinks that probably this is all for the best. He has no way of knowing that this is just Phase II of Nancy's ultimate plan to use her sons' penises to control Esteban Reyes.
Couch-bound Nancy tries to sleep among the scary neon bleeping blooping toys of Andy's last gasp of adolescence, and finally climbs up the stairs with her body pillow and the baby monitor, and tries to climb in bed with Andy. He resists being displaced, and then slightly resists sharing the bed with her. His conditions are that there is no spooning, he needs three pillows at all times (including "a hugger," aww) and that she must be prepared for night farts, now that he's been dieting. Finally she just screams at him, flesh peeling away from her on-fire facial skeleton skull face of rage, that the whole point is less talking and noise and bullshit, not more.
After a bit of talk about how Nancy managed to chase off Esteban with the Jew thing, the baby starts crying, and -- it being Lupita's night off -- Nancy sends him in to deal with it, dangling adulthood in his face enough that he finally gives in. "This is just so you can have the bed!" he whines, and she's like, "Duh."