Close-up of Elispa's limpid brown eyes as she says, "I'm telling you -- there is a woman vacuuming naked in the apartment across the street. Cut to Mr. E's raised eyebrow. "I'm not gonna fall for that again," he says. "Okay, how 'bout on the count of three, we both get to blink," she suggests. He's not buying. He asks, "So, would you describe yourself as a gold person or a silver person?" Cut to Elispa looking intrigued in a proto-Stevie Nicks gauze peasant top and floral shawl ensemble. I'm thinking she's a gold dust woman and Mr. E is a rhinestone cowboy. "What do you mean?" she asks. "Jewelry-wise," he says, causing her to blink in consternation. Mr. E says, "Yes!" and makes standing-O crowd noises. She says it's not fair for him to "play the jewelry card," then asks if "this is because Valentine's Day is tomorrow." She admonishes him not to get her anything, but he says he wants to. If the way they get their kicks is by having staring contests, then perhaps he should get her a deck of cards or, say, a Ouija Board. Elispa shrills, "You just feel like you have to because some card company brainwashed you into thinking the only way you can show someone you care is by giving them chocolates or flowers or jewelry, accompanied of course by a card." Wow, that Elispa doesn't wear leotards and refuse to wash her hair for nothing -- she's a rad sixties throwback, with the ersatz Marxist rhetoric to prove it! "So you really don't want me to do anything for you?" Mr. E asks skeptically. "At least not on February 14," Elispa says. "Any other time though, I'd love it." She then throws down the gauntlet for another staring contest, and he suggests "the best 27 out of 53," leading me to wonder if the reason for their mysterious bond is that they're both Amish. Let's examine this further: Mr. E plays acoustic guitar, they don't drink and use candles instead of electricity, and Elispa's clothing has no buttons. Jill had to borrow that horse-and-buggy from someone, and the last person he was seen speaking to was Elispa. Who made a horse reference. And has an apartment filled with Shaker furniture. I rest my case.

Back to Ick and Ill. Ill turns the horse over to an old man, clearly an Amish stable-keeper or some operative of Elispa's.