Of course, the real reason he doesn't want his mom out there cleaning is that there's a boatload of old terminator parts out there. Cameron's setting some out on the table when John comes in, and he says, "It looks like a robot serial killer lives here. Oh, I guess one does!" and she tells him she's doing "inventory" and he's worried about his mom coming in and seeing it. He tells her to dig a hole out back where they'll bury the parts and come back later for them when they've found a place to burn them. "And we will burn them," he tells her. She stays silent.
Jesse has decided that moping around her hotel room isn't cinematic enough, so she's sitting at a bar listlessly stirring her drink. From a table nearby, some navy dude in a flight jumpsuit comes over from his table of fellow military men, and he cheerfully asks what she's drinking, and she sullenly says she doesn't know, just that there's some booze, some sugary stuff to cut the burning taste, and ice. And then looks up at him all doe-eyed and says it's almost empty.
And he tells the bartender to get her another one of whatever she's drinking, because I'm guessing he's got a thing for surly women with cuts all over their faces. And then he wonders how she orders a drink if she doesn't know the name of it, and she's all, "Just like you did," and then he says "it has to start somewhere," and blah blah blah, and then she tells him, "You ask a lot of questions for a guy who wants to get in my pants," which kind of catches him off-guard, and then she's complimenting his "costume" and asks him if he's contemplating a career in the military, and he says, "Actually, I fly P3s," "Oh, brownshoe," she says, which is a term I'm not familiar with, and he nods, and she says she works on a sub, which makes her a "bubblehead," I guess, and he's all, "They let women on subs in Australia?" "We program killer robots, too," she says, and then he starts talking about how weird it is that he hunts subs and she drives one, and then says they're like the wolf and the sheepdog ("not that I'm comparing you to a dog," he wimpily assures her). And she calls it a "good point" and stands up and says she just remembered something. "Sheepdogs hate wolves," she says, and punches him in the face, and instantly the other dudes at his table stand up and start menacingly advancing on her. She's like five feet tall!
So then Kacy, played by Busy Phillips, is helping Sarah pack up, by which I mean she's sitting there blathering on and occasionally handing Sarah packing tape. She says they'll "totally keep in touch," and Sarah agrees, totally not meaning it. Sarah won't let her carry any boxes anyway, even though what's-her-name says she snapped back to "fighting trim" like an elastic band after the pregnancy, and she's planning to breastfeed her kid until he's five so she can trick her body into keeping the massive boobs she now has. Maybe that's why Seth Rogen is across the street staring at her.