Ben sits at the diner reading about tantric Buddhism. Debbie says she's heard about "that stuff," and knows how it's supposed to give you longer orgasms. She jokes that Danielle Steel does it for her. Ben says he'd better get to the PASSPORT OFFICE!!! Debbie goes running after Ben out in the street, forgetting her job and everything. She hands him a package of lemon bars in case he gets hungry later. Ben thanks her. They hug and kiss because they've fallen in such love with each other over the past six days in which Debbie has come to completely accept and love Ben for who he is. She says that he won't get lemon bars in Tibet. He says he'll miss them. "I bet you're gonna miss a lot of things," Debbie says. Then once again they remind us that six months is a long time. Debbie says it's a long time for Michael to have to wait. Ben says that he talked it over with Michael and that everything's going to be fine. He says that Michael might even be better off not having Ben around to worry about. "So, you're doing him a favor?" Debbie asks. "What the fuck is that? Some kind of noble self-sacrifice?" Ben says that Michael would have an easier ride if he was gone. "Who says love's an easier ride -- General Motors?!" Jesus, fuck, this writing. People, she'll be here all week. Try the veal. Pwing!!! Is this thing on? I said, General Motors! General Motors! Hello? Hello? Debbie says that Ben's not doing Mike a favor by leaving. She asks if Ben's strong enough to see this through. She leaves. So does Ben. I wish I were drunk again.