We rejoin Hugo and Jamie in the car, which is pretty new for Jamie to have just given up her share of it, however they got it. They're driving around aimlessly so Hugo can continue to make his case. He thinks she's mad at him, but she's really just sad because, as she says, she doesn't know him. Funny, I wouldn't think that's a reason to be sad at all. Hugo says she does, and he pulls over in some vacant lot somewhere. "One stupid, dumb comment doesn't stand a chance against who we are," he insists. Jamie calls his remark a "belief" -- which, after all, is what Hugo said before -- but Hugo still wants to back away from his earlier position. "I was pissed because you were pissed and I wouldn't let it go," he says. Jamie looks like she wants to believe it, staring out the windshield as though for a sign. So Hugo gives her one: "I will never fuck anybody else," he promises. There, was that so hard? Well, it's enough for Jamie, even though Hugo is transparently telling her what she wants to hear. And then they have sex. Right there in the driver's seat, in the middle of the day. How they keep from accidentally blasting the horn is beyond me. What would be even better is if they somehow triggered the airbag in the steering wheel at a crucial moment and then could never have sex with each other again without a hand grenade under their bed. Afterwards, Jamie is too ecstatic and relieved to notice the trapped, panicked look on Hugo's face. Don't get married, you idiots!
Carolyn has gone in for an ultrasound, by herself. I guess since she already did her homework for the week, she figures she can ignore the "go through this as a couple" advice. The doctor operating the wand compliments Carolyn's "beauuutiful" uterine lining, and notices that there's a small follicle on her left ovary. "What?" Carolyn demands in near-panic, as though the doctor just told her that the ultrasound wand is wired to explode. The doctor assures Carolyn that the follicle will dissolve. "All it means is that you probably had two eggs this month," she says. "Are there a lot of twins in your family?" Carolyn says no, and the doctor says Carolyn's mommy-parts are all good to go. "Wait, so is it my husband?" Carolyn demands, sitting up on the table once she's free of her ultrasonic invader. The doctor says she can't know without having a look at Palek's little guys. Carolyn asks about insemination, and the doctor says Palek would bring in a deposit. "We spin it, wash it, bring it up and inseminate." But Carolyn isn't talking about her husband -- she's obviously already prepared to leave him behind, and is talking about using donor sperm. Without blinking, the doctor says it's the same procedure. I'm kind of amazed that Carolyn can treat Palek this passive-aggressively when he's not even in the building.