Downstairs, Howard and Anna corral Rezar and say they want the house. "You gonna help me, Rezar?" Howard says Anna "hasn't collected yet." Oh, she's on a budget? Bummer. Sucks to be living in the real world, doesn't it? Anna wanders away: "I have to have this house." Why would Rezar take his client to a place she can't afford? Oh, right. This is a TV show.

Anna wanders farther away. Kim follows closely. Anna sniffles and cries, saying she "has to have this house. It reminds [her] of Howard." The hell? A frilly pink bed and Jacuzzi tub remind her of that yutz lawyer? Kim asks how the price could have gone up from the other day. Um, because this is the fakest reality show ever? Rezar says there's one more house to look at. Anna stuffs herself into the SUV, sniffles, and says, "I just wanna puke."

House #3. Anna trips over the lovely plastic runner in the middle of the floor. Kim lurches to grab her mistress. Howard jokes, "Ya got liability insurance, here?" I hate lawyers.

We switch back to lucid Anna, in her "No Stalkers" tank top. She says she wants a "house with a big bathtub, because [she's] a big girl, and [she] like[s] to take a bubble bath all the time [sic]." All the time, a bubble bath!

Now we see Anna squ-e-e-e-ze into a too-small tub. She doesn't fit, and makes a horrible groaning sound like she's going to barf up all that candy she just ate. The pony-tailed guy following her says, "Whoa, don't hurt yourself!" Dude, she's not a Stradivarius.

Anna walks around an empty room and declares it "too small." A bra strap slides down her arm.

Lucid Anna says she felt like they were never gonna find the right house.

Dazed Anna slumps face-first into a wall and pleads, "Kill me. Kill me." No one heeds her request. Which is good, right? "Just get myself out of my misery, pluh-eeeze!" She slides down the wall and collapses onto the floor. We get a few shots panning down Anna's prone body. Is this hot? Seriously, I can't tell.

Kim says that Anna says the house was "something a grandma would live in." Kim then laughs and says she guesses she'll be a grandma, because she liked the house. Yeah, that's pretty much all it takes to be a grandma.

Anna stumbles out of the house saying that she doesn't want to see another one. Then she mock-whispers to the camera that she really wants to get home to "masturbate. That's the real fun. [She] didn't get to masturbate this morning, now it's time to go home." My eyes just ran away from home. They said they aren't coming back, ever.