Judith and Sandy are in a department store trying on hats. Some of them are pretty unusual. It's hard to tell if they have them on correctly. They're acting kind of silly and Jean walks up to them and reminds them they're there to help her pick out something to wear to her wedding. She'll need a hat, Judith tells her. Jean models a suit and the girls are not overly complimentary about it. The saleswoman says she thinks madam looks fetching. Jean tells her that she would think madam looks fetching in anything madam tries on. Jean apologizes and explains it's for a wedding. The saleslady tells her she understands -- the bride's mother always wants to look her best. Jean looks like the woman stuck a fork in her. "I'm the bride," she says twice and wanders away. The woman feels terrible. She assumed... Sandy interrupts her "don't tell her what you assumed, for goodness' sake." Judith tells her to let Jean just wander about on her own for a bit. She'll just hover, she says and walks off. Jean comes back holding another suit. She likes it, she says, and holds it up for them to see. They think it's a nice shade of beige. Kind of pinky-beigey. Jean thought it was a stone color. She says it's like a London dungeon in there and it isn't possible to see the color properly so she takes the suit outside to get a good look. They think she's turning to jelly and decide to return to trying on hats. They hear an alarm go off and wonder what that is. Jean is escorted back into the store on the arm of a security guard.

Jean says she was not shoplifting. The guard says she was walking off the premises wearing one article and carrying another. She tells him she was just taking the suit out to see it in broad daylight. Judith tells the guard that she can vouch for Jean. Jean tells him that he's bumptious. He tells her to wait and he calls on his walkie-talkie for Claudia to send assistance to Reg at Door A. He's annoyed by the response and says he knows there's only one door, but it is known as Door A. The saleslady comes back and Jean tells her to tell Reg that he doesn't need Claudia, that this is all a mistake. Madam shouldn't have set off the security alarm, she says. Jean tells her that madam is painfully aware of that. The woman tells Reg that she can vouch for Jean. He says he will take her word for it. The saleslady explains that Jean is overwrought because she has a forthcoming wedding. He says that in his opinion the bride's mother should set an example. He turns and walks away. "I'm the bride," she says again, shrieking and drawing attention to herself.

Back at home Daisy is packing up and telling Lionel how much she enjoyed working for him. She asks about his next book. He tells her if there is one, he wouldn't want anyone but her to assist him. She wishes him good luck with the wedding. He extends his hand, which she shakes and then she leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "Oh, goodbye Mr. Deacon," she says to Alistair who is sitting on the couch. He pats his suit coat and asks if he gave her his number. She tells them that there's no need -- she's got his number. She leaves.

Alistair just can't get over the goodbye gift that Lionel gave to Daisy, but he tells him that it was the result of a private joke between them and he changes the subject. Lionel wants to know if Alistair likes the second episode or not. Alistair tells him this ending is serious tear time. Is it too soppy? Alistair asks if Romeo and Juliet was soppy. Lionel tells him that they both kill themselves. So they did, he says. Lionel asks what happens next. Alistair will fax it to Mike, who will wave it under Sol's nose and then it's lift-off -- you have a miniseries in production. Lionel reminds Alistair that he left out Manny who will probably make enough changes to make it unrecognizable. Alistair wants to know what Lionel's next project is. "Getting married," he says. Are his battle plans drawn up? Lionel tells him he's getting married not going to war. Jean is handling all the arrangements, he says. Jean walks into the house saying she feels like a wet rag. She tells them that she was nearly arrested for shoplifting by a security guard named Reg who didn't appreciate that she took something outside to look at the color. Alistair says he can be on his white charger in moments if this guy was offensive. She tells him it's all settled now, but asks Lionel why he didn't say that. "Can you hear me saying that?" he asks. She tells him, no, that's the trouble. Alistair observes that she's really stressed. He tells her that there's good news: Lionel has finished the miniseries and now he can pitch in and help. He adds that if neither of them wants to have the strain of doing all the planning, he will volunteer to make all the arrangements from A to Z. Just call, he says, and he'll be glad to handle it. Lionel says they'd prefer to make all the arrangements themselves. He says okay, but call him if they change their minds. Alistair tells him he thinks it's hug-time. Lionel says not to start all that again. "Not me," says Alistair, "you two." He says he's off to send a fax that will send Los Angeles ablaze.

After he leaves Lionel says that Alistair does have some good ideas. "The arrangements?" she asks. No, the hug, he tells her and he gives her a kiss. She apologizes for being so ratty. He says she's probably tired from handling all of the arrangments. He asks if she'd like a drink and she says she does. He says that there are probably not all that many things to do. She gets a rather large notebook of some sort and brings it back to the couch. He asks what that is. She says she's made a few preliminary notes. He just stares at her.

Lionel is sitting up in bed reading the notes. "Why do we want the curtains cleaned?" he asks. She tells him they're filthy. She doesn't want the wedding guests to say how filthy they are. They look perfectly clean to him. She thinks he doesn't really look at things. He doesn't peer at them, if that's what she means. He wonders if she thinks that's what the wedding guests will do. He looks at the book and says that is not necessary. What? she asks. "Weed garden." Well, she says, you want the garden to look nice, don't you? He wonders who is going to be looking at the garden to see how many weeds they've got. The same crowd that's peering at the curtains, he supposes. His eyes widen "Clear out the cupboard under the stairs." He starts to laugh. She takes the book -- "Give me that, thank you," she says. She tells him to be constructive. She wants to know if he's made his list. He tells her he can't compete with that. She means the guest list. It's in his trouser pocket. He goes to get it. She says "we don't want anything silly on the cake, do we?" He's exasperated -- "Just a cake, just a cake." He supposes it should have icing on it. She thanks him for that tip. He gives her a very tiny piece of paper. She tells him that he's not very inventive and he tells her he doesn't know that many people. He's amazed at the size of her list. Who are all these people? Who, for example, is Sandy Gilchrist? She explains that that is her chiropodist. She says that you can't just leave people out -- they get hurt. He asks her how she expects to get all those people into the house. She explains that it won't be a problem -- guests spread out at a wedding reception. She gets out of bed and puts on her robe. He asks where she's going. Downstairs, she says. Now? Yes, she tells him -- we just want to prove a point. It's eleven o'clock, he protests. Well, there is life after 11 o'clock, she says and walks off. He's talking to himself in a mocking, high pitched voice. "Let's clear out the cupboard under the stairs while we're at it." She sticks her head back into the room and gives him a dirty look.

They walk into the living room. She says that you can fit 40 people in there easily. Yes, he says, if you have them stand on each other's shoulders. She says they'll move the furniture back and they'll all stand about in little groups. She moves a chair out of the way. He asks her to show him how much a small group of four people will take. She makes an estimate. He walks right up and stands touching her -- and tells her that's if they all stand "like this." How much does your group take? she wants to know. About like this, he says, and gives her an idea. She tells him they must be all very huge people. He tells her that they aren't, but you don't just stand in a group with your hands at your sides -- you have drinks in your hands and you make gestures when you talk. She says they don't flail their arms about. He tells her she should gesture then. She pretends to be smoking a cigarette and holding a drink. She waves across the room. But she holds her elbows in at the sides. He tells her people don't gesture like that unless they have extraordinarily short arms. She tells him that his people all have arms like orangutans. They try to settle it again. She pulls him closer to her, he pushes her away, they do it again. Judith and Sandy come in and Judith asks if they're square dancing. They explain that they are just trying to fit the guests in the room. Let us know how you get on, Sandy says and they both turn to head upstairs. Jean tells them they can't go to bed and they have to help. They will base their calculations, they say, on a group of four. What if there are three people in the group, or five? they ask. Jean tells them not to make things difficult. They are the control group, but she has them all standing almost shoulder to shoulder. She tells them to do their best to act natural. Lionel pushes the girls out, saying they're too close together. Jean says they're too far apart and pulls them back together. They start singing the hokey-pokey and laughing. They apologize. Lionel and Jean don't laugh. Judith asks if they like the person they're talking to or not -- it makes a difference she says. Jean tells Lionel she told him so. It's getting completely out-of-hand. Lionel observes that they are now in the realm of the imponderable. Groups change, people walk in and out. He wants to know if they should color-code them when they walk in the door. Judith says there's always the garden -- if it's a nice day. Jean sighs and says she thought there would be 101 things to do, but now she realizes there's 1001. Judith tells her that she and Sandy can help. Lionel has made some calculations and tells them they might be interested in those figures. Sandy and Judith excuse themselves saying that they just don't have their stamina. They leave. Lionel sits down to explain his calculations to Jean. He says they can get 56 people into a certain area of the living room. She's amazed. Unfortunately he didn't allow for any space at all except for the people themselves. Assuming no-one moves he might be right. They're both exhausted. Lionel says he wants a custard tart, but Jean wants none of it. She's just plain frustrated.

Sandy comes into the kitchen from the garden and whispers to Judith. She wants to know where Jean is. Upstairs, she thinks. Sandy comes in and checks out the other door to make sure the coast is clear. She holds something up to Judith and asks if that's a weed or not. She doesn't know, it's got a flower on it. "You want it to be don't you?" Judith asks. Sandy explains that she's pulled quite a few of them already. She asks how Judith is getting on. She's addressing the invitations. She says she doesn't know half these people and doesn't think her mother does either. Sandy observes that it's getting out of hand. Weddings tend to do that, says Judith. They hear Lionel in the living room swearing -- "damn and blast." That's Lionel trying to take the curtains down, says Sandy. Jean screams that she'll give him a hand in a minute. He hollers that he nearly broke his arm then. Jean rushes into the kitchen. She wants to know if Judith's gotten to Aunt Win yet. No, she's only on the D's, she says. Jean says that she's not really an aunt, but she's very old and when Judith gets to her she should ask if she want them to send a car around for her. Jean asks what Sandy is holding. She tells her it's a stray weed and she goes back outside to finish the job before Jean can take a good look at it. The doorbell rings.