Rudy and Dim are at the Hash 'n' Whore. Rudy is acting all weird. He points out that she'd told him that Sara had called her to invite her to Glory, whereas Sara says Dim called her. "She called me, I called her -- same difference," says Dim, confused. Rudy's questions get weirder: "How long are you staying in Glory?" and "You haven't dressed up like a clown since you've been here, have you?" Dim rolls her eyes. "Oh, no," she thinks, "Not another one of those goddamn kinky types. Why can't he ask me to just pee on him like normal guys?" But instead she says, "I don't really appreciate the way you're looking at me right now...like I've done something wrong." Rudy mentions that he saw a little speck of white makeup on her forehead. "It was probably night cream," she says. "'Probably'?" asks Rudy. "Am I being interrogated?" says Dim. She tells him she stayed in Glory an extra day because she thought that there was a potential relationship with him, but obviously she was mistaken. She leaves in a huff. Rudy carefully picks up her water glass so as not to get fingerprints on it. It's always good to get some of your date's DNA.
Sam gets the motel housekeeper to let her into DickClown's motel room while he's not there. She carries a box over to the desk and starts arranging plates of food she's brought, along with a big thank-you card. She doesn't notice someone coming into the room and watching her: it's DickClown, I guess, without his clown makeup. Sam picks up a bottle of wine and goes over to put it in the refrigerator. In the fridge are two severed heads done up in clown makeup; one's got a bright pink wig, the other a bright yellow wig. Clown heads, in Starburst flavors! Sam screams and shuts the door, and then turns around and sees DickClown. "Find what you're looking for?" he asks. He's holding the machete. It's worth noting that there's really not enough room in that fridge for another head, especially one as big as Sam's.
Commercial. Then Sam is trying to explain to DickClown that she brought him some dinner to thank him, and that she was just trying to put the wine in the fridge. DickClown steps closer and then sees his non-clown face in the mirror. "My face," he mutters. Then he frantically starts digging through his suitcase. "My wig...where's my wig?" Sam tries to leave, but he pulls his Scary Clown wig on and yells at her to stop. "Stop looking at me!" he says. "Turn around!" Sam turns her back to him, and he screams at her to get on her knees. Sam's all, "Boo hoo."