(Some choice cuts from Asher's email subject lines: "Miss You," "Wish You'd Been There," "Dinner Tonight," "I Wanted You To See This," and the heartwrenching "Call Me ASAP I Need To See You.")

Asher's tapping away on his laptop when Jenny comes clomping up the steps, knowing she's pushing it, hesitant about showing up early and uninvited, but in love. They buddy kiss -- oh, Jenny -- and he's surprised she's there: "Party's not for a couple hours." She responds by acknowledging that a lot can happen in a couple of hours, and then starts to climb him like a big beefy mountain. He nearly shrieks, and laughs nervously instead, and starts peeling her off him: "Uh, Jenny? What are you doing?" She asks what's wrong, begging him to say nothing, and he does, but: "This... It just isn't what we do. Are you suddenly... Not happy? I'm holding up my end of the bargain." Ouch.

You know, if this show keeps dumping on Jenny, I'll end up in love with her. It's called the Baltar Effect. But this one's particularly rough, because there are two stories here: One's about a girl who met a cute boy on the street who brought her a million hotdogs, and fell in love, and finally got popularity, and finally, after a year of shit, her life started turning perfect with a little bit of sunshine on top, because she was in love. She could finally have it all, and be safe from B into the bargain, and her dreams would start coming true.

This episode's title, like next week's, is an Almodóvar reference, to a movie dedicated in part to "all actresses who play actresses," and it's about a woman who watched her son get run over, in the middle of the road. Stood there and watched. And she couldn't save him, and she couldn't protect him. And it's about dealing with the ways that she failed him, and what she had to do next, to atone. And that pretty much describes dinner with Georgie, coming up, but Eric's not the only one who gets run over this week.