Sketch is madly drawing away when Sarah says, "I've got a break in fifteen, if you're okay with hangin'." Sketch doesn't reply. "Connor?" she asks. So that's his name -- too bad, I prefer "Sketch." Sketch tells her that he doesn't believe himself, "but sitting here, right now, I think I've conceived an entire show." We see that his conception has been plotted out entirely on cocktail napkins. Sarah is shocked (or pretends to be) and asks what it is. She looks at the napkin, and Sketch tells her it's a rough study. "Gee, it looks like an --" Sarah can't seem to say the word. Must be a penis again. "Ear. It is. Your left ear," Sketch tells her. I get it: it's body parts in general Sarah has problems identifying. Still, I'm glad I'm not the only one who's noticed Sarah's Dumbo-like appendages. Sarah giggles, "You did a study of my ear? Wouldn't you want to attach it to, oh, say, my face?" God, we really are vain, aren't we? Sketch tries to explain his concept and tells her to look at the contours and the dangle. Sarah is not impressed, "You spent the last hour drawing my ear?" Sketch reassures her, "No, of course not." Sarah: "Good, because I was beginning to get a little --" Sketch interrupts her, "This is your ankle and this is your wrist and this is your collarbone when you leaned over to scoop ice, and that's what got me thinking: portraiture as landscape. You! It's that dimple in your kneecap ['Scuse me, reality checkpoint: can he even see her kneecap? Isn't she wearing slacks?], it's like an aerial view of a desert plane. It's like you as the world. It's the world of you. As seen by me. I have found my muse. And it is you, Sarah." Throughout this whole conversation, which I didn't find as disturbing as Sarah obviously did, Sarah is looking around to see if anyone is listening. Just to make sure everyone knows that an artist worships her form and found inspiration in her kneecap. She whispers to Sketch, "Connor, do you still have that napkin where I wrote down my telephone number?" Sketch says yeah and shows it to her. Sarah takes it away from him. "Thank you," she says and walks away, looking back once to give him a look. Bitch-out much? You know she's just pissed off because her mammoth dinners didn't make it onto the World of Sarah relief map.