Hugo calls Jamie. He's wearing a tan sport jacket now, and the background behind him is a packed bookshelf, so it looks like he's a college professor. He calls Jamie at work, where she's now wearing chef's whites in a busy kitchen. They agree that they hate this, and he invites her over after work. She says she's going home, because this is a big deal. "Coming over and having sex just isn't gonna do it," she tells him. Hugo looks completely flummoxed by this. Completely out of ideas, he is, like he's literally never considered the possibility of a problem he can't solve with his wang. Jamie hangs up. Hugo's students start filing into the room, and it looks like he teaches at a middle school. Great. While having to live in that apartment on a teacher's salary does explain why Hugo can't seem to afford a razor or a comb, is it really a good idea to give this wandering-eyed douche access to an unlimited supply of teenaged girls?