At Nancy's, Sanjay is also complaining to Nancy about Chess's terrible weed. She tries to deflect by making jokes about his dumb gay-bar outfit -- which is leather-intensive (or, more likely, pleather-intensive) -- but finally admits that she won't have any MILFweed for another week. Sanjay tells her to step on it, because Clinique needs a sonogram and those aren't cheap. And something tells me Clinique wouldn't be interested in moving to Cuba to get one. Or even Canada. Nancy asks whether Sanjay's really ready to be a father. Sanjay: "Do I look like I am ready to be a father?" He's wearing a leather vest, leather pants, and a t-shirt that appears to be horizontal stripes of jersey, and...leather. So he has a point. On the other hand, Malcolm Forbes had kids. It's a crazy world. Once he's gone, Nancy smells the bag, and seems to agree that he's right.
Tattoo parlor. Nancy -- now in a wispy white top -- is getting a tattoo somewhere south of the equator. The artist says he's always curious about the tattoos his clients choose, and she says that she thinks this one chose her. The idea behind it is "'Thug' means never having to say you're sorry." The artist thinks she means "love," but she says that love has you apologizing all the time, which he can't really deny. He asks her if she wants to look at his handiwork, and as she turns around to look in a mirror, we see that the tattoo is on the upper part of her left ass cheek: a U-Turn symbol, in a square. Nancy looks pleased. Odd choice, sure, but you have to admire the iconic simplicity. Her second choice was probably a letter from the New York subway system -- who doesn't love Helvetica, right?