Later, Nancy is holding Sanjay's Giant Baby, who is the size of a Humvee despite being two weeks old. "Gigantism runs in Clinique's family," Sanjay says, which Nancy finds unsurprising. Clinique admits that it wasn't a c-section -- "Shot out like a Pez," is actually what she says -- and Nancy is disturbed. It's disturbing. Clinique is proud of her great pelvis; Nancy is duly impressed. Sanjay tells her he can unload a hundred pounds in a week up in Agrestic. "People are sad, things are burned. They need their weed." They stare at the giant baby and Sanjay thinks longingly of his little gay Miata. "Fuck your Miata with a strap-on, little bitch," says Clinique. "We're getting an Escalade." This is why I don't marry my prostitute babymamas, this kind of thing right here.
Lupita! I was just thinking about you! She's working in Beverly Hills now: "I have health insurance now and a guest house, but the man Mr. Caplan... He don't wipe so good." Lots of shit talk follows, and Nancy offers her a job selling weed to Kaplan's agent friends. She asks if we can raise the bar to cocaine: "You should really think about the cocaine, Nancy. And the ecstasy." Nancy's not interested, but Lupita says she'll just get it from Geffen's maid. Heh.
Next up is Marvin, who waits and waits for Nancy to notice that he's lost ten pounds. She's very excited and ridiculous once he tells her. "Finally back to my high school weight," he says, and she patronizes him for a while. "New town, new pussy," he says, and she asks if that comes out to a new customer base. Marvin says he's out of the game, because Guillermo made him cry. "Oakland's a long way from Los Angeles, Marvin."
They agree that Nancy suddenly getting into the weed business in the hills, the valley and the bay is "sweet." What I think it is, is terribly dangerous. She's going to end up shooting someone this season, I just know it. And working behind Guillermo and/or Esteban's back? Oh, girl. On the other hand, seems like Conrad and Heylia and Vaneeta have at least a shot of getting involved at that point.
Celia and Isabelle are walking down the street in Tijuana, and Celia manhandles her daughter's fannypack back inside her hoodie. "They have quick hands," she says, not-so-quietly. Isabelle bitches that Celia should just buy her drugs in the US like a normal person, but Celia is nothing like a normal person. "I have no health insurance, no money, and an arrest record," she says, lighting up Isabelle's face like Christmas.