Sam's V.O. tells us that having amnesia is like driving an obstacle course. At least, that's what she imagines it's like. The driving, not the amnesia. She knows all about what amnesia is like, but she's not so sure about the driving, since nobody has let her drive since her accident. She rushes down the stairs, wearing a cute little red dress she wore in some earlier episode (although I can't remember which one). Except her sternum's looking kind of bony. Ick. Regina tells her that she's so pretty, she could be a model. Sam points out that the last time Sam wore the same dress, Regina told her she looked like a tramp. As if tramps can't be models. Regina hasn't changed that assessment, but she thinks that in non-trampy clothes, Sam could be a model. What she really means is that she wants Sam to model for the "Solution Six" party she's hosting that Sunday. Apparently, Solution Six is one of those convertible clothing lines, where six pieces will give you outfits for sixty different events. Also, Regina wants to show off Sam so she'll have something to lord over her friend and her friend's daughter the actress. Sam (who's been trying to escape this entire conversation) tells her, "I really don't want to spend my Sunday making some mother feel bad about her child." Regina: "I don't see why not. You do it every other day." With a great wounded look, Regina sulks off. Just then,+ Dena arrives. Sam unselfishly asks Dena how her dog is, and Dena tells her that the dog's doing great ever since he threw up in Dena's car. Dena's all ready to go partying with Sam, but Sam seems eager to avoid the pukey car. I can't imagine why.

Sam saunters into the kitchen, where Howard is standing over the counter tinkering with...something. It could be a model, it could be a cordless drill, it could be a thermonuclear device. I can't really be sure. What follows is a kind of stereotypical daughter-father conversation, with Sam wheedling Howard into letting her drive. The big point you need to take away from the conversation is how very much Sam wants Howard to trust that she's no longer the person who used to wreck his cars. (Probably because she's on the wagon.) I do have to say, if Sam couldn't remember what sex was like, how is it that she can claim to remember how to drive? Howard eventually caves and gives her the keys, but not before telling her, "Don't be a stinker -- use the blinker. Ten and two, is good for you. Speeding's a thrill, but it can surely kill. Don't ride the damn brake. I don't have a rhyme for that, just don't do it." I don't know -- "brake" and "lake" rhyme, don't they?