D'Hoffryn opines that Jenn, who "wants something different, wants something new, wants to be successful," is "pretty much in her most vulnerable state." Uuugh. He introduces her to Bride 3, or as he calls her, the "third girl in my trilogy" (and do we even need to talk about the lack of recreational reading this phrase implies?), with "the other girls that I've taken under my wing, and so to make a long story short they've all retired before they were twenty-five, okay?" Jenn's mind is blown. "Wow." Like, wow yourself, kid. That was, as usual, not so much a sentence or a meaningful statement as it was a pile of words he just threw at you. I'm not sure what the next thing is that he says, because his tongue and lips and speech impediment get in the way, but "she's done. She can do it anywhere she wants after that," is what the closed cap says. Whoa again. Lesbian dealer lady finally gets her close-up after burning eyeball-holes in Ernie's forehead throughout this entire scene. "This kind of guy is a vulture of sorts. He is preying on them. But then again, that is his job." Portentous, isn't it? LDL looks like Carrie Fisher but her butchness comes from within, not from the Philip Morris company. I love how Vegas that is: "I hate him, who he is and what he does, but hey. Everybody's got to make a living somehow." "Do you have a card or something?" asks Jenn. "I don't give it out that often," he smarms and lies and icks, "but I'll give it to you." Then he takes the language by the throat and once more commences to jigglin'. "Like I was saying, the way I like to do it is like, you come out and just hang with me, let me show you, you know, walk you through the casino, walking to places while we're there, and then you learn." I am...he has mastered me. His every word is a Zen koan. I think after a few months of that you don't even need a cigarette to the brain. I think you go Swiss-cheesy as a natural response. Like when a lizard's tail falls off. Jenn's great here because she just gives the CSR nod, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, even though she, and we, and he, have no idea. "That'd be really helpful right now," she extemporizes. "Call me, and we'll exchange after that." Seriously. Every line makes that much sense. Exchange what? Insurance information? Stories of childhood adversity? Fluids? Jenn picks up her drink, tells the pimp it was nice to meet him, and walks off -- playing with her cell phone! She is in a skinny route loop. This is like that one episode of Buffy where she just kept going and going and things never got any better.