Downstairs, Lemon flags a cab to take her home. She doesn't even get her seat belt on before it's rear-ended by another. She hears someone yell, "Bloody Hell!" from inside and braces herself for another unplanned meet-up with Wesley. When the passenger gets out, indeed it's not him. Then a cyclist smashes into the back of the Englishman's cab. Guess who! Wesley calls her a witch, then tells her he thinks he knows why they keep being thrown together like this: They're destined to settle for each other. Even Lemon balks at such a dismal fate. Wesley pooh-poohs romantic love and offers her a separate bedroom in which they can grow old in close-ish proximity. Lemon walks away.
The next day in Jack's office, Lemon calls on her grumpy mentor for relationship advice. At Jack's urging, Lemon abridges the speech she had planned about her childhood/adulthood/Oprah-inspired quandaries and gets to the point: Is she meant to settle? In his uncharacteristic funk, Jack opines that perhaps everyone is meant to settle. He cites his disillusionment with Kabletown's indecent proposal. Jack knows he'll be useless in a company that places no value on innovation. He walks out abruptly to "bury Don Geiss, America, and hope."
Downstairs, Tracy's stress has heightened now that women have come forward to say that didn't sleep with him and others have leaked his lovey-dovey voicemails to Angie. Apparently the wifey has instructed him to get some on the side before their family is ripped apart. Jenna wishes she could help but fears losing her own endorsement with Nascar. Tracy worries that no one will sleep with him now that he's been outed as monogamous. Jenna assures him there must be one skank out there who'll take one for Team Jordan. Cut to Lemon's office, where Tracy tries to seduce her with a platter of succulent fruit and some sort of shimmy mating dance. She has not even begun to wrap her mind around what is happening before Tracy loses his nerve, apologizes for the lovemaking that will never be, and crumples onto her couch. Lemon tells him to be grateful for all the good things in his life. She just has a Sims family that keeps getting murdered. Tracy assures her that she, too, will have a family one day because she's "an amazing, strong, intelligent woman like Hillary... from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air." Lemon thanks him for the pep talk, only to have him try to foist a fish-lipped kiss on her. She flees.