Nancy stalks her, walking backwards, to the door, tossing match after match as her delirious monologue gets ever more delicious. She points at her head ("Okay, Final Net Extra Hold?") and her clothes: "This is cotton! I am highly flammable right now!" Finally she just can't take it anymore and starts screaming, even as she's still backing away: "You know what? You are crazy! You are fucking crazy, and I HATE YOU." She stares at Nancy and remembers she has nothing. "We'll talk later." Nancy puts the last match in her mouth, and spits fire at her.

Judah's bank account: $186,437.96. Andy dressed as "Judah," with slicked-down hair and ridiculous hornrims and a soft cardigan sweater: priceless. He looks like a million bucks, actually. Judah was hot, hotter than Andy, but Fake Judah might be hottest of all. And not just for the mirroring with Jill/Nancy going on here, either: When Nancy ran away, Jill's life went to hell, but when Judah's life ended so did everybody else's. All we want to be is the opposite of what we are, until we're big enough for both: "Nothing is exactly as it seems, nor is it otherwise."

"Call me Judah," and all that, and Andy spins a tale about Uncle Yitzhak locking himself accidentally in a freezer chest and dying of the first and still only case of hypothermia in Woodland Hills. "Judah" saved his, but his idiot brother "Andy" spent it on a van one summer when he needed a place to live. This whole "I am a suck-ass and Judah was a prince" thing goes on for a while, but the associate at the bank finally tells him that the growth is pretty average on this account: it's just that Bubbeh's been adding to it for, oh, thirty years or so. "THAT BITCH!" he screams, and then fake-pulls it together about how sad is favoritism.

Andy asks the crazy-eyed lady about the hold she's placed on the account, and she leans forward with the real deal, all "I don't know what bullshit he's pulling, but you tell Judah he has to come talk to me before he sees a penny of this, because I've been waiting a long time to say my piece to Judah Botwin and by God I'm gonna" whatever, whatever, Andy takes off his glasses and soberly fesses up that Judah's dead. And in the time it takes to blink she's catapulted herself into Crazytown, ripping out her hair and banging her head on the desk and crying to the tunefully wacky piano.