Kev gets a phone call from Quentin, which interrupts his Rob Rage. Hairless informs Kev that he and Coco, who's sitting beside him in his Rover, will be there in approximately twenty minutes. Kev tells him to hurry up. Hairless responds that everyone should chill because they had a mall to open, and that takes time. "Lotta fans to meet. Lotta boobies to sign." Coco rolls her eyes at him as Q ends the call. "I told you we'd be late! Why'd you have to try on all those Gap tees?" she shouts at him. "No two larges are alike," Q responds. Word. It's a well-known fact that you can gather up eight pairs of Gap pants, all the same size, lock yourself into the dressing room, and not find a single pair that fits properly, let alone two pairs that actually fit the SAME. During one particular Gap shopping experience, the sizes in my dressing room ranged from small to extra-large for the t-shirts and from six to nine in the pants. I'm a six, people. I have been a six for about a year. Try telling that to the Gap. Goddamn fleece-wearing, khaki-sporting, "Hi, how are you?"-spouting-as-soon-as-you-walk-in-the-goddamn-door, bad-size having BASTARDS.
Anyway, Hairless looks directly at the spazzing-off Coco and tells her to relax, that he'll get her there. Unfortunately, when he's looking at her directly, he's NOT looking at the road, as Coco's scream of "QUENTIN LOOK OUT!" informs us. Hairless has hit a sweet little old lady. Well, we don't know yet if she's sweet or not, but she's definitely old. Hairless claims that he didn't hit her, she hit him, jumping out at him like a jackrabbit. Yeah, octogenarians are known for their speed and agility. Coco yells at Hairless to help the lady, but since the lady in question has neither large breasts nor a propensity for taking off her clothes, Q isn't really all that interested. Coco forces him to get out of the car anyway, and they both rush to the woman's aid. "Did you see what happened?" the woman says, her dark glasses askew. "I was crossing the street when some car came out of the blue and just ran me right over!" Quentin can't believe his good fortune -- old AND blind? Ehhhxcellent. He fixes her glasses and says, "That's horrible." Wow, Quentin. I knew you were a sleaze, but a lying sleaze? Say hello to the plankton, Q, you've sunk to an all-time-low.