We tear the Eads' house apart and the contractor is having client confabs. Jeff is thinking this contractor has business boundary issues.
Zoila informs me that when you give birth, shit happens. Referring to it as poo poo does not ease the potential harsh reality. Jeff is worried I am going to deliver during one of our drives and mess up his Mercedes.
Andrew looks for a little person to be a paint can for Jeff's paint promotion. He wanders Hollywood Boulevard. Dunn-Edwards HQ did not approve of Andrew gushing, "Do you know any little people?"
Uh oh. Jeff goes into immediate damage control. Gage now has more reason to be unimpressed with Andrew.