On the street, Mitchell catches up with her and asks, "Are you upset?" Weaver, without turning back, says she's not. Mitchell asks why, then, she's leaving, and Weaver, her voice breaking, says, "I don't belong here! I don't belong here!" Mitchell, reaching out supplicating arms, explains, "I dated [Anne] in college; Kate and I dated for maybe a month ten years ago!" Weaver, her voice quavering even more, says, "It's not that! This isn't me! I mean, my experience. The jokes. Your friends. I care about you -- I'm not interested in adopting a lifestyle." Duuuuuuude. Okay, I don't want to be all Lesbian Avenger, here, but you were interested in eating some pussy -- or at least in watching Mitchell as she dried her hair and putting your shit in her closet (as it were) -- so maybe you should think about that before you make these assumptions about what Mitchell or anyone expects of you in terms of a "lifestyle." That's such an offensive word! Which is pretty much what Mitchell says: "Wow, I can't believe you just said that." Weaver says, "I'll call you later," and gets into a cab; Mitchell fails to call after her, "Please don't, until you can deal with your shit." In the car, Weaver tells the cabbie, "Just drive." I hate to say this about Weaver, but...bitch.