Night. Austin. Rain. Rain. Austin. Puddle. Austin. Warehouse. Drunk Danny bitches out and furiously washes all the ho numbers off his hand. We get a pointless flashback of the Smurf giving him her number outside the bar as Danny's fracture-stitches camera-talk about how maybe it was wrong to get that one girl's number, but that he did tell Mel that he needed to "branch out." Well, he had better put his branch back in his pants very quickly, or Melanie is going to keep her sap away from him forever. Or something. Danny stalks through the house ranting, turning it all around and yelling that Mel just wants to throw this away over something stupid, so obviously he was wrong about her. Melinda sits in bed listening, crying and picking her fingernails off one by one. Yikes. She makes Kim Basinger look balanced.
"I didn't do anything wrong," Danny whines to Lacey. "It's not even my numbah." Lacey -- because her biggest boy drama is finding a movie theatre with a ramp -- butts in and advises Danny's dumb felt hat, telling him that he scares Mel because she is totally in love with him and she reacts too quickly to shit he does. Lacey does Mel no favors whatsoever by painting a psycho picture of her, talking about how she cried every day while Danny was home burying his mom; Lacey adds that if Danny cares about Mel, he should "try." Danny puts his hand to his forehead, trying to hold his eyeball in his mangled head.