The next day, Lemon desperately asks Frank one last time to give her a ride home. No can do. His hideous cleaning lady friend came through. He lords it over Lemon that she's stuck in the same "crappy Valentine's Day boat" as everyone else. She insists she doesn't need a date, just a ride. Frank tells her to own up to the fact that she wants a little affection just like everyone else. She winces at the pain from her tooth. Frank adds that she's even worse off because she has an infection (not affection, bah-dum-bum) that could spread to her brain and kill her. Lemon shoots back that her ghost will haunt him from the grave. He counters that her ghost best be prepared to see some disgusting stuff. Touché, Frank. touché.

Upstairs, Jack revels in showing Lemon the clock Avery sent him. It's set to Geneva time, which means she found him intriguing enough to move forward. It's game on. An impressed Lemon notes Avery made it onto Maxim's "I'd Rape That 100." Jack says she's smart, too, which will make his eventual triumph in seducing her all the more satisfying. Lemon, on the other hand, can't get no satisfaction. Even the male escort she resorted to hiring for a ride home from the hospital can't make it now that he's had a Chlamydia flare-up. Wow, nothing says Valentine's Day like all those things slapped together in one sentence! At any rate, Jack has no time to worry about such trivialities. Nor will Lemon, as he's commissioning her to put together a VIP room for that evening's show. He's invited Avery. Lemon doesn't know how she'll bring together a bunch of real VIPs for the fake VIP room on such short notice. Jack suggests she invite NBC Artist in Residence Jon Bon Jovi. The duties of this "not-stupid" program Jack conceived apparently entail competing on Top Chef and strumming the Nightly News theme when necessary. Jack tells her to get going. He's got to pull out the "Jack Donaghy A Game." Lemon mocks this notion, so he puts on the full charm offensive, and she practically starts giggling like a school girl.