At Caroline’s chi-chi, $1,000-a-plate fundraiser, the guests got their money’s worth in booze and began ragging on Danielle’s prostitution-whorey-ness, leading to Teresa’s large vagina comment. (I don’t mean to knock anybody with lots of children, but honestly, I think that fucking “500 guys” wouldn’t stretch out a vagina any more than pushing out four babies would—and if it did, it would probably make a vagina wider, not longer.)
Danielle is dealing with the stress by yelling at a priest to teach her how to pray for people. Also, the evidence here would suggest that Danielle is not a prostitution whore, since she was in church and I didn’t notice her sweating.
Lastly, Teresa made some red sauce with her family (which we’ve learned you’re not allowed to do when menstruating), and discovered that her daughter is sorta anti-Semitic.
