Frank Reynolds calls her Artie, too, and so hearing the nickname from BJ is genuinely touching. They do seem destined for a true friendship based on hedonism and mutual degeneracy--and really, is there any stronger foundation for friendship? She thinks not!

His breath doesn't seem to bother her; the woman regularly bones down in dumpsters, so she's been exposed to far nastier smells than that. In fact, she locks lips with him with manic enthusiasm, and even drops her case of joints to grab his ass.