"All raaht, so whut do you suggest Ah do? Just spole the girl? Give in to her every whuim and dizarr? After awl, that ee-is what every teenage girl wonts, isn't it?" Um, yes, but that wasn't what she was saying and you know the rule in my house, reductio ad absurdum means in a direct relation reduction in fellatio, because that's not how adults talk to each other, and she's like, "A) Bill Compton, lose the tone, and B) Bill Compton, maybe you should consider the point I'm making, since your bullshit isn't working out so hot." (Considering it's still the night Jessica showed up, we'll give them a pass for nudging us gently to this new status quo.) He agrees, and then they're like, "Remember how we were only fighting so we could fuck some more?" They're so, like, in sync that way. It's beautiful.
Pam takes Eric to task about his hair, because the stuff was already in it which means the blood is like dye now. "This is a disaster. We'll have to go much shorter than I planned." He's back in his smock, in the chair, with Lafayette watching, terrified. The concept of Lafayette being so freaked out that he can't even spare a moment for the hilarity of all this is really dreary, isn't it? Of all people. Eric is contrite, and demands that Lafayette back him up: "But he took silver to me! You were there, you saw it. Defend me!" Lafayette just wants to know why he's there; what they want so he can give it to them. Survivor first.
"I've seen your website. It's quite, um, low rent. But your clients miss you, Lafayette. They're wondering if you're ever coming back," says Eric. This is like etiquette for him. Lafayette asks honestly if he is, which is forthrightness Eric will always respect, but he just looks down at him while Pam continues to fuss. "Look, I'm here because of the V, right? How about I give you the names of everybody I ever sold to?" Pam almost sniggers ("All this time I thought prostitutes were good at keeping secrets") and he gives her a great little speech. "Oh, don't get it twisted, Honeycomb. I'm a survivor first, a capitalist second, and a whole bunch of other shit after that. But a hooker, dead last." Pam nods, like, okay then. "So if I got even a Jew At An Al Qaeda Pep Rally shot at getting my black ass up out this motherfucker, I'm taking it. Now, what you want to know?"
Pam looks at Eric, who brings up Eddie's disappearance. Lafayette swears he doesn't know, and is a little sad for him -- "Last time I saw him he was doing real good," he says ruefully -- but the assumption is that he was kidnapped. And by whom? Lafayette swears he doesn't know, but as they press him with their eyes, he says it could have been Jason Stackhouse. Pam gets excited, because she loves Sookie more than Eric does even, and talks to him in Swedish. "Sookie's brother. Could be fun?" Eric admits it could be, but that it would be stupid, because Sookie is "too important to us." I don't know what that means, still, yet, but Pam does, and agrees.