At Vincent and Donna's apartment (remember? They're living together while Donna's convict husband is in the Big House), Donna asks Vincent if he ate her kumquats. She finds them behind the wheatgrass. I like Donna. God help me, but she's grown on me like some rare breed of awkward, convict-loving fungus. Someone knocks on the door. It's The Girlfriend. Not noticing Donna, she races in the room and tells Vincent that she thinks they ought to have sex. Donna throws herself and her large baggie of kumquats almost inside the refrigerator, she so doesn't want to be there. She announces that she's leaving. The Girlfriend apologizes for not seeing her there. Donna says that that's because she's not there, and she takes her kumquats and puts on a hat and skedaddles her way out of there. After her exit, The Girlfriend tells Vincent that she "wants to get it over with." Vincent is, naturally, less than jonesed by this non-romantic non-proposal. The Girlfriend explains that she doesn't know if she's really scared, or if it's normal nerves, or if she's ever going to feel not scared, or what, and that she thinks she ought to just "close [her] eyes, take a breath, and jump." If that's how the kids are doing it these days. "Wow," Vincent says. "Now I'm scared." Girlfriend looks stricken and says "Really?" Vincent smiles at her. "No, not really," he says, as he takes her hand and leads her off to his presumably still clean sheets.