Eventually, Libby tries another tack: "You know who you remind me of?" she flirts. "Katharine Hepburn." Oy. Not exactly subtle, is she? And while we're busy mocking that line, where the hell does Libby find time to see all these different movies, anyway? First Intolerance, and now Morning Glory? Is Ebert's grandfather one of her regular johns? Libby expands on the whole Katherine Hepburn gambit by adding that "she's so strong, and I don't wanna say strange-looking, but…" That's okay, Libby, I'll say it. "Exotic?" suggests Sofie, "Hypnotic?" Neurotic? Psychotic? Despotic? Necrotic? The girls' fingers slowly entwine around the Mezcal bottle at this point, and then they both lean in for a kiss. Before the actual lip-lock can be achieved, however, Sofie flashes into a highly erotic, girl-on-girl dream sequence that's pretty racy, even by HBO's standards. I'm thinking it's the When Suzy Met Sally Meg Ryan orgasm-moaning on the soundtrack that does it. Kissing, kissing, licking, groaning, nipple, nipple, more licking, more groaning, rewinding, rewatching, rewinding, rewatching, rewinding, rewatching, flick…ahh. The vision turns ugly, however, when the moaning on the soundtrack morphs into sobbing, and Sofie suddenly raises her hand to see blood gushing from an open wound on her palm. Now most people seem to think this is a stigmata reference of some sort, but I personally just think it's Mommatose's own little way of telling Sofie that hair will grow on her palms if she keeps doing that sort of thing. Ever the consummate concerned comatose parent, that one. Sofie takes a deep breath to try and recover from the vision, but when she glances down at the Mezcal she sees the worm inside jerking around and thrashing its tail. It's a cute effect, but maybe a just little too subtle. I didn't even notice it the first two times through. Which probably explains why the Fetus in a Jar gets his own thread in the forums, and poor Wormy Gonzales here gets bubkes. You should not, incidentally, take that as permission to start an "Ask Wormy" thread. Sofie jumps up from where she's been sitting and runs back to her trailer, feigning (or possibly actually experiencing) nausea as she goes. And once again, poor, sweet, lonely Libby is left all alone and unsatisfied. Call me, Libby! I can give you magical powers!
Over in whatever hick border town the carnies are camped out by this week, a group of sullen-looking mariachis have gathered to perform outside the local saloon. Ben, meanwhile, is inside said saloon, doing shots and just generally stinking up the joint. He chats a bit with the bartender, who provides him with the standard, stupid-gringo-appropriate, AAA-approved explanation of all the local Dia de la Muerte customs. After pouring Ben another shot, the bartender raises his glass in a toast to La Muerte. "Does she scare you?" he asks. "I seen people die," answers Ben. "They're always choking and gagging every time I come near. Don't much know why, though." Uh, stupid question, I know, but where the hell is Ben getting the money to afford all those drinks? And how is it that it's only been two hours and his shirt is already filthy again?