It is a typical work day for Clair and she is spending it sitting in the living room, wearing a long blazer with enormously official looking shoulder pads over a contrasting colored blouse, reading her one law book and scribbling on a legal pad. Meanwhile, Cliff comes upstairs to visit Clair, typically neglecting the gynecological needs of his basement patients to slow dance in his doctor coat with Clair to some old blues song about people always wanting to do it except their kids always walk in and ruin it. This leads to a wager between Cliff and Clair regarding the correct recording date of said song with the loser having to do a bunch of ridiculous stuff involving food and car washing. Denise enters the room during the wager and declares Clair the winner blah blah Cliff is angry and Denise gets an acceptance letter from Berkeley, which is odd, because she’s home during a school day like a high school drop-out. She declares she is choosing between NYU, Hillman, Univ. of North Dakota and Univ. of Hawaii and will be letting the family know her decision at dinner. The rest of the kids get home from school to talk about Denise’s decision and even Sondra is there since she doesn’t want to miss the moment at dinner when Cliff tells Denise he is kicking her off the show for lewd public behavior like starring in that movie Angel Heart with Mickey Rourke and having sex for the world to see. Rudy is the only one who seems genuinely sad about Denise going to college, while Vanessa won’t shut up about wanting Denise’s room. Cliff’s parents come over for dinner and everyone sits down in the dining room to await Denise’s announcement that she is going to Hillman. Everyone toasts her and Cliff and Clair read some emotional b.s. that says: The difference between you now and you then is that you then were priceless and helpless. You now are still beyond price but we are letting you go slowly but certainly. And we feel you slipping from our hands as we remember you then and pray for you now. We are forever your mother and your father. Which losely translates to: You’re fired for being combative and naked on the big screen. Good luck with all that.