"You ever close your eyes and see her face staring back at you?" asks Ignacio, and remembers how much he's always loved the little devil: "Only when I jerk off."
Things that have been done to Cesar over the course of his service: Playing cards shoved under the fingernails, which probably sounds slightly worse to ladies than men. A piece of my ear cut off, and later reattached. Three Colombians once took turns shooting gasoline up his culo with a turkey baster. I wonder what that would do? I mean, not really. I don't really care to know what that would do, or what it's like. That's probably the worst one. In any case, there's nothing Nancy can do.
Except make the same mistake she always makes: Thinking that the sisterhood she spends half her time denigrating and all of her time ignoring is going to save her ass when it counts: "Hi, is your mommy home?" she asks the little girl on the phone, who takes it to her mother.
At the Buffet they're worrying about Nancy so Mike calls Kimmi, putting her off with traffic lies and lies and lies. Andy's more concerned with his french toast, so when he runs to catch the waitress, it's him that sees the table full of villains.
Nancy apologizes to Cesar for forgetting his last name, and kicks him when he won't tell; her smile is glittering bright when his hot wife gets to the phone. "Hi, Mrs. de la Cruz! It's Nancy Reyes, Esteban's wife?" Cesar's wife is just as pleasant. "Yes, hi! How are you? How's the villa?" Nancy is always so bad at faking it that she's like a spectator sport: "It's good, it's good! Esta bien!" The whole time, mom's totally ignoring her, yelling at their daughter about the way she's dressed. "Sorry, go on?" Cesar's wife is the coolest. She sounds like a lady on the phone, but Cesar would only marry a tiger.
Nancy's getting less chill by the second: "I know that Cesar might not share with you everything that happens at work? But today he kidnapped my son. And now he's threatening to kill him?" Cesar can't quite get it together to laugh, but he does have a sort of mordant humor as he says to tell his wife about the arrow. Properly ashamed as usual, for asking for help, Nancy asks her -- as a fellow mother -- to speak to her husband about that. A few mumbles later, of course, he's like, "She said to kill you and come home. She's making albondigas for dinner." Meatballs, skee-balls, lady-scrota; Cesar passes out and she kicks at the skee-ball machine. "You are a champion!"