Weeds S7E11 Recap: Be My Hot Woman, Andy

This week’s episode of Weeds featured two of the things that made the pre-Mexico seasons of this show great: class-based satire, and Oedipal struggle. The “Lifestyle of the Rich and the Stupid” Hamptons interlude almost made up for the episode’s heartbreaking final scene. Almost.

La mere que j’aimer baiser

Terrible French aside, Nancy‘s tactic of selling weed to rich people for many times its normal price by putting it in a nice box and telling them it’s French is pretty genius. Rich people are so dumb and vain! The parade of spot-on caricatures at the country club includes such delights as a frazzled society lady who’s stressed out about getting her kid into preschool, and a trophy wife who likes to get high and go down on her old and gross husband. I guess she needs something to take her mind off of…that.

Andy, however, takes first prize in the satire Olympics with his portrayal of “Bill Sussman,” a fake investor in Doug‘s crooked hedge fund. Things that Bill Sussman has purchased with his Doug money include an abortion for his girlfriend, a castle in the South of France, and prosthetic balls for his dog. (They’re called “neuticles.”) Unfortunately for Andy, he can’t hold quite as many Long Island iced teas as Bill Sussman can, and he ends up puking out yet another confession of his sad, sad love for Nancy before puking out actual puke on a potential rube.

“Let him go, we don’t need him.”

Back in New York City, things are not so good. Silas and Nancy continue to struggle for control of the business, and he steps up the “macho bullshit” in an effort to convince his mom he’s not a kid anymore. Unfortunately, in her eyes, he will always be a kid, because she is that kind of terrible mother, and she tells him as much. I think he’s sort of an idiot to be that pissed at Nancy for having Emma busted–they clearly still can’t trust her, and she’s also a total snotty bitch (it generally doesn’t help one’s case to call a cop a “blue collar piece of shit” while being arrested)–but nonetheless, I see where he’s coming from. He needs to escape her castrating Freudian influence and whatnot. This ultimately leads to Silas taking the database of clients and striking out on his own. The look on Nancy’s face as he invites her to physically fight him for the database is way sad, as is the ironic old timey way he says “best of luck to ya Nancy” as he walks out the door “forever.”

How happy is Shane that he now has Nancy all to his creepy, Oedipal self? Will Silas continue to take out his “impotent rage” on mini-mom Emma? Will Andy ever stop being a chick-follower? Perhaps we’ll find out next week.

Amazing quotes of the week:

“These are well-respected members of society. They do coke.”

-Doug Wilson, on the Hamptons d-berries

“Bill Sussman doesn’t do it on a bed. Bill Sussman does it on a bearskin rug, bareback and backwards.”

-Andy