Anna waves at the camera from her balcony, beseeching some guy named Romeo to "please, please throw [her] some diamonds, Romeo. Or just a kiss! Upon [her] cheek! What [sic] art thou, Romeo." What art thou, indeed.
Lights up on a black car with a license plate that reads "B TRENDY." Oh, no, I think I GNA BRF. C-RIOUSLY. Anna says that they "needed furniture pretty bad," so they turned to a man named Bobby Trendy. Was Jenny Gotherfingeronthepulse unavailable? I also love the work of Stan Glasspanthertable. But if it's "pretty bad" they want, I'm sure they can do no better than Bobby Trendy. Or something like that. Bobby strides up to the front door and knocks. Anna disingenuously asks who it is. Bobby Trendy. Anna, along with the rest of L.A. and the members of the home decorating community, says, "Who?" It's Bobby Trendy, open the fucking door! Anna finally does. They pretend to meet. Oh, what a great bit -- not.
Bobby says that since Anna's new home is completely empty, it's "a great canvas for [him] to work with." Yeah, a real tabula rasa. A blank slate. An empty page. He walks to a wall and asks if Anna likes leopard. Well, she loves panthers, and leopards are close enough. They're both endangered, and sold in bastardized forms in stores from Hot Topic to "off the truck" to the tacky, right? He suggests an eight- or ten-foot leopard couch on wheels, so that she can wheel it around. And "maybe a table with a mirror on it, so [Anna] can look at [her]self, and the view." Oh, my brain. Hey, what other use could a mirrored table have?
They move into the kitchen, where Howard calls attention to Anna's painting of Larry King. She's going on the show. It's pretty bad, but do I even have to say that? Bobby says he thinks "sumptuous and luxurious fabrics" are the way to go. Wow, don't even get more specific! I'm sold! I mean, eight-foot leopard chair, mirrored table, and "sumptuous and luxurious fabrics"! Shit, that's classy.
Okay, so as Bobby shows Anna some bedroom sets, Howard asks Anna to "let Sugar Pie fuck the bear." Anna tosses a white stuffed bear on the floor, and Sugar Pie. Goes. OFF. Humping. Forever humping. All the time humping. Anna VOs that "one time Sugar Pie saw [her] fucking this guy, and ever since then started doing it. And she's pretty good at it." Sugar Pie humps the bear again. Some more.
Anna stands in her sweatpants and fiddles with the waistband as Bobby invites her to come down to his store where she can look at things and "touch them" and "feel them." Anna says, "Ooh, gettin' me hot." Bobby and Anna have to be on the same substance. They HAVE to be.