Episode Report Card Wing Chun: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Must Find Toes
By Wing Chun | Season 2 | Episode 7 | Aired on 09.17.2006
But regardless, the conversation concluded, Nancy grabs a bottle of tequila and makes for Peter's. As soon as he opens the door, she's on his face like a barnacle. He tries to put her off, asking if she didn't get his message: well, turns out his kid's there. Nancy dials her behavior back down to a PG rating. Tim is not interested in hanging out with Nancy, but Peter tells her she should stay. They're about to play some dorky-sounding history board game, and Nancy begs off, saying she's not very good at games. Tim says that his mother loves games; she must be a lot smarter than Nancy is. Nancy cheerfully says he must be right, and drifts out the door. Peter follows, saying that Tim will be gone the next day, and that Nancy is very smart. Hm. I'd say she's a smart dresser, but the rest of the time, her batting average is not great.
Grow house. Nancy enters to find Conrad morosely smoking at the kitchen table. She asks if she can join him, and he pouts that it's her house. She tells him it's his too, but he's not so sure. As Nancy hesitantly creeps toward him, Conrad muses that he's not sure how he could get to the age of thirty-six, and still fit everything that's important to him in a duffel bag. Nancy asks if he did literally do that, and he says it's out in his car right now. Nancy tells him he can leave, but Conrad replies that she shouldn't take him out for dinner with her husband one night and then tell Conrad the next day that he can leave; he knows he can. Nancy sits on the floor as she asks if he is going to go, and leave her all alone. Conrad says that she has her husband, but Nancy calls that "just a business arrangement." Yeah, in the sense that Peter has arranged full access to her business. If you know what I mean. (Her lady business.) Conrad tells her she has friends, and kids: "I got a duffel bag." Nancy says that sometimes she wishes that's all she had, but Conrad tells her she doesn't. "Sometimes," she repeats. She loves her kids more than anything, but sometimes she wonders what it would have been like if they'd died when Judah did, leaving her responsible only for herself -- what it would be like to be "that...free. How nice that might feel." She starts to cry as she asks how horrible that is, and says she's an awful person. Conrad rises to the bait, and turns his chair around, and holds his joint down toward her. Nancy laughs incredulously, saying she can't go home and be high in front of her kids. Conrad tells her that in two hours, she'll be fine, and that it would be weird if she never tried it once when her name's going to be on it. Nancy hesitates a long moment and then takes the joint. "I love my kids," she announces. Conrad knows she does. "They're my life," she adds. She takes a couple of hits, and then her face falls again: "You packed a duffel bag?" "If I was going, I'd be gone," Conrad replies. Nancy asks what she's going to do for two hours. Conrad sets up a chair next to his and pulls her up, and they sit, as he tells her she'll "watch the grass grow. Literally."