"Miss O'shea, could you please shut up for me? I'm trying to rest my mind," Dutch said, lying on the bed inside his tent, as if he were an exhausted man in need of peace... since he hadn't done anything all day but ignore his girlfriend. "Stop ignoring me, DOTCH... you're going to have to be honest with me at some point!! You love looking at other women, don't you?" Molly mentioned with her irish accents, annoyed, at the edge of the tent, frowning and clenching her fists. "Whatever you're thinking, it's a figment of your imagination, darling..." Dutch said with disdain, not even calling her darling like before, but almost sarcastically "I don't see other women... It's a fantasy..." Molly got even more upset and proceeded to scream "A fantasy??? You think this is a fantasy for me???"