Andy asks about Esteban's boudoir style, offering that he seems selfish, like he'll throw you on a table and fuck you selfish. Just a touch too close, of course, so she gets a little steel in her voice: "That works too." Andy's proud, having figured she liked it rough. "I'm precise, connected. An artist. You and me never would have worked. Not rapey enough for you." Too close, too close.
Rosemary Woodhouse: "I dreamed someone was raping me. I think it was someone inhuman.
Guy Woodhouse: "It was kinda fun, in a necrophile sort of way..."
"Consider yourself lucky! I'm fucking poison, you don't have to drink it anymore." He toasts to that, and reminds her of the handjob raincheck, which makes her laugh for a moment. He stares: "Oh, God. I still love you."
Then he goes through about fifteen personalities, too. It's beautiful, especially with the moonshiner beard wobbling around on his face. "No I don't. I don't! You're just an obsession. I want what I can't have. I'm so fucked up, Jesus you are poison! Fuck you!" It's like a wire inside him, getting tighter. Done with this part of the conversation, she remembers when the General Lee used to go a lot faster. He throws it down, and "Dixie" plays as her eyes go wide.
Celia comes back to Bubbeh's house -- ("Witches! All of them, witches!") -- tossing her YP cases through the door ahead of her, and Shane stares from the Ms. Pac-Man game. She's surprised to see him, of course, but he explains that after six months, somebody's trying to kill them again, so Nancy told him to come here after school. "Which leads to the question, Why send me to the most obvious place?" Celia sits down and laughs, reminding him that Nancy leads a charmed life and will be fine.
"I am," on the other hand, "Jinxed. Cursed. Blighted. Nothing works out for me." Shane asks what's in the cases, and she sighs. "A lot of false promises. I could use a foot massage." He rolls his eyes, but goes to the couch, and they have two separate conversations about life at the same time while he rubs her feet: