Nancy agrees that the human body is a complex and mysterious experiment, and Andy corrects her: "It's a sewer!" He's still reeling from his first diaper-changing experience -- "That wasn't human" -- but at least now Stevie is Lupita's problem for a couple hours. He means this to be comforting, for them both, but Nancy moans. "Aww. He's not a problem!" She quietly wigs to herself about having had three songs, and finally goes, "Little bastard saved my life. And he's pretty damn cute. Like sick crazy cute." She goggle-eye mugs about how the drinks are strong, and again the acting is weak, and just as Andy's wishing the baby could talk and she's assuring him he'll learn to read the signs, she massages her breast, burps, and heads off to pump. Yeah, it's pretty hot.

Nancy stares at herself in the mirror, and I started getting really nervous and I didn't know why. I mean, it all fits together if you think about it long enough, but it was that feeling of dread that remained long after the episode, before anything ever happened. This is one of those episodes that takes place almost entirely on Mary Louise Parker's face, and if you're curled up in a ball on the floor it's easy to miss those subtle facial cues.

So the pump works away for about two seconds before dying, and she gets worried and frustrated and eventually throws it against the wall. She gives manual expression a fair shot, telling herself out loud to chill out and relax, but to no avail. Now, drunk and slightly terrified and in opposition to her own revolting body once again, she stares for a second before nodding and picking up her phone, laughing ruefully at the perversity, but psyching herself up for it too. When she summons Andy to the restroom, there's a moment where he balks and she nearly breaks down in tears. But just a moment.

Doug. When I see Doug it's like I just got injected with narcolepsy. So Silas is all upset about the stolen pot, and Doug is all gloom and doom about how "you only get one chance in America," an assertion which barely makes sense but bridges awkwardly to Celia coming through the house triumphantly with cardboard and packing tape, bound for the garage, ready to peace. Silas hatefully congratulates her on getting the fuck out of his house, and Doug is like, "Good for you! Who are you fucking?" Nobody, she just got a second chance thanks to America and You're Pretty cosmetics. I love how only because she's actually a drug dealer can she pretend to have this pride selling Mary Kay. It's like how you feel weird about buying condoms, right up until the day you have to buy, like, dandruff shampoo or whatever, and then condoms are okay.