Nancy gets fed up with the boys all sitting around and reading gay porn and starts yelling about how it's their home and it needs organizing, etc., and it turns out that they don't have any water. Not for showers, not for the toilet -- noted too late to avoid a Doug Surprise, predictably -- not for the washer, not for (per Shane, of course) the baby formula.
Nancy just starts hitting them all about the face and hands, due to her whole drug dealer career being based in not living somewhere like here. This season has been hard on her definition of Quality of Life but that doesn't mean she can't get pissed about it. She's not being a lion, right now, she's playing at it; there's something missing: Once they're gone she sneaks some gay porn in back and gets started on calming down.
While Shane and Doug think about how to steal Sugarpop's water for themselves -- Doug taking Shane's disregard for human life into consideration -- Silas and Andy track down another washing machine. One short banjo solo later, Andy's rousing Nancy from her masturbation and yelling at her to get it together. They wheel the washing machine in, and there's a moment where the junkpile owner and his kid Simon try to negotiate a drug deal based on the smell of weed all over the van. Doug, right when things are getting friendly, immediately mistakes Simon -- a large black man -- for first Marvin and then U-Turn, and it's totally awkward. Luckily, Silas and Simon already like each other.
One second later -- right before Doug actually says aloud in his own defense what he would say at this point -- and Nancy asks where the water came from, somebody starts bashing on the side of the van with a bat. And who is this somebody? A wee little wonder named Keith, who in all of the jacked-up people into whom the Newmen have been running in America is still a gem. Just an absolutely wonderful little guy, thirty pounds of energy in a five-pound Skittles box. He is adorable, and he shakes all over like a Jack Russell terrier that's convinced he can take your ass.
Pissed at drama and America and these boys of hers that keep doing her bidding and making more troubles, Nancy jumps at the little guy and offers him ten bucks, then twenty, and then he starts screaming random numbers at her, shaking like a pissed-off little leaf, and Pastor Randy appears in full regalia. "God hates me. My grandma says I'm going to hell for everything that I did, so if you think I'm gonna listen?" He brandishes his weapon and whatever, and finally Nancy is like, "I've just reached my limit of deep outlaw shit." And she just walks right out of there, because: Seriously.