Veronica walks Lip back downstairs, where the guy is hooking up the washing machine, because Fiona can only be expected to take so much and anyway, things fall off trucks sometimes and eventually it's your number that's going to be up. Only, inside the washer was a bouquet of roses with her name on it: Saint Steve, still not giving up. She's taken with the romance for a moment, but then it starts to sour on her.
There are many things this could mean, and of all those possibilities there's only one infinitesimal chance that this is really happening, and this guy of means really does like her. Any other way, she's more of a slag than when he came over before, and left his number, which she was already trying really hard to believe because it was easier than hoping.
Karen's dad rages around for a good long time about this and that, blowjobs, and Sheila's babbling right back at him, and promising to do anything at all, as long as he doesn't leave. Finally Karen's grossed out enough to start screaming at both of them, about how if he's willing to pull this shit and leave then he's not worth worrying about, much less begging to stay. Out on the lawn -- holding all his clowns, because turns out they weren't Sheila's at all, which is possibly my favorite visual detail in the whole episode, save one -- he's all, "Honor Thy Father!"
And this would be precisely when I fell in love with Karen: "GET FUCKED!" And the last clown come whizzing at his head, through the big picture window.
Fiona can't call Steve until she's at the motel job -- far from the house and what it means -- so she can call Steve to yell at him/figure it out/risk hoping just this one time. He refuses to tell her anything about the washer, just that he sent it so she'd remember his phone number. Which clearly worked. She lies and says it's in the yard and quickly will begin to rust, but he doesn't believe her. "Did the guy connect it?" Yes. "It's working okay?" She's a thing in a cage, who's given up so thoroughly on the future that she's come to resent it. And Steve, I will tell you, is being completely upfront, which we can see and she can't afford to see, so really this whole story takes place inside Fiona. Where things are hard, because they have to be.
Ian's job is working at a tiny Muslim deli/grocery, whose owner Kash is a young, sweet fellow with a beautiful white wife (Marguerite Moreau!") who wears a headscarf, and two really cute kids. He's not the kind that resists temptation very easily; not one of those kind of guys. He tries to do the right thing, but wave some pork rinds in his face and he's going to take a bite. And no matter how many times he promises he'll stop, the thing is that they're delicious. And it's hard to really believe something is wrong when there's nothing wrong with it. When nothing about it feels wrong.