Lou: I'm sorry.
Lou: I love you!
Tommy: Double peaches of pleasure. That's for a chick with really small tits.
I think Franco is gonna just go with the flowers.
Lou and his Lady Whore (hello, spin-off title!) walk down the street, Candy picking her teeth with a toothpick and observing, "That was far and away the best barbecue I've ever had." Lou wanted tonight to be special because it's the first date they've gone on in which they weren't committing a crime. She reminds him that "it isn't illegal to pay for someone's company when there's no sex involved." He asks her if she didn't think the whole thing felt kind of wrong, and she defends her whole self by telling him that this is how she pays her rent, her bills, her tuition, and so on. Lou just wishes it were "less like a business transaction." Because this is a serious moment of dialogue, they spontaneously stage-direct themselves to stop walking. Lou/Ken listens as Candy/Not-Actually-Named-Candy takes him to school. Whore School! "I really like you, Ken. I wanna keep seeing you, but I can't keep explaining this to you every time we get together." But just at that moment, an off-camera voice calls, "April?" and the world's most evil Bob Balaban, fourth Multiplicity photocopy clone skulks into the frame, telling this "April" that he's been calling her and she hasn't been returning the calls. She tells him to go away and grabs Lou's arm to depart, but this "Gary" -- I call him this because this is apparently his name -- shouts after Candy/April/Not-Actually- Named-Candy- or-April, "Don't walk away from me, bitch." Lou turns back to this Gary and tells her to learn how to talk to "the lady," but Gary pipes up with the rejoinder, "That's not a lady, pal, that's a whore." At which Lou takes it upon himself to smash this Gary's face right up against the side of a conveniently-located truck, twist his head toward her, and tells him that she sure looks like a lady to him and that this Gary would keep eating the side of the truck if he failed to recognize it. He lets go and a whimpering Gary takes off while Candy/April/Not-Actually- Named-Candy- or-April stares confusedly at the man who has just achieved the feats of strength usually reserved for much, much, much taller men.