"I was raised by a pack of wolves. Just like you were. Only my wolves went to Harvard." Crimson. "You know, they have red wolves at Lincoln Park Zoo, maybe we could go check them out sometime?" Debbie's not buying it; she has no idea that this is where he brain just honestly went. "I do not want to be a doctor. I do not want to be like the rest of my family. What I want is Fiona." More precocious crap, basically down to the fact that Debbie needs Fiona in the game for at least a couple more years, and either he ditches her or distracts her but it's not helping. Surprising even himself, Steve admits that he's bought Fiona a house, and then takes Debbie to show it off.

"This was Mr. Harris's house," Debbie says, as they step inside. "They said he died of lung cancer, but we're all pretty sure it was full-blown AIDS."

Debbie runs around Fiona's new house -- Which, isn't that the house between Veronica's house and Ginger's? Didn't they say something early on about how they're technically neighbors because the person between them is gone or dead or something? -- and just about falls back in love with Steve before she catches herself and demands not only a "really cool pink vest" (it is, in all fairness, totally cool), but a new rolling pin and flour sifter for her baking lessons with Sheila, in order to keep quiet. He shakes his head, not hugely surprised considering Debbie is a known grifter, and then she goes back to running around, up the wooden hill, peering into closets: "Which room'll be mine when I sleep over?"

Eddie: "Lip's going out with somebody else tonight? Good, that will cut down on the percentage of today that you're a total whore."
Karen: "Fuck off."
Eddie: "I just love you so much, even though you're a disgusting tramp, I want to things with you like we used to. Before you turned into a cocksucking hooker."
Karen: "Fuck. Off."
Eddie: "Sweetie, why won't you talk to me? Can't we at least talk about what a slut you are? I just love you so much and I want to connect. Like for example about how you're a whore."
Karen: "Can you actually fucking hear yourself?"