Back downstairs, Pete tells Tracy he's found a perfect stand-in for Tracy's bio-mom. She's an actress named Novella Nelson, she's from Brooklyn, and she looks just like Tracy. Tracy says frantically, "That could be anyone! We all look the same to me!" Pete says Tracy might recognize her from her late-night commercials for overall jammies (Pajameralls, in case you're wondering). Tracy had his heart set on Phylicia Rashad or Serena Williams, but Pete says they're too recognizable. He tells Tracy to pipe down because Novella's been in the biz for 40 years, which makes her "good enough for the star of Sherlock Homie."
Elsewhere, Jack avoids talking to Colleen about Nancy Donovan over lunch. Colleen turns the topic to Avery, who she intuited Jack was sleeping with during a rather un-telling elevator exchange. She tells Jack to man up and pick one of his lady loves already. Oh, if we were all as incisive and cutthroat as you, Colleen! Alas, we're not. Jack goes over the whole spiel again about how each woman offers him something unique. One is a key to his past, one inspires him to the look to the future. Colleen tells him to stop foofing about, to which he hisses, "I know it's gay, but it's my gay problem, and I'm handling it!" The waiter approaches them just in time to fully experience the awkwardness. Colleen mocks Jack some more, saying he'll have one of everything on the menu so he doesn't have to choose.
Jenna's dressing room. Verna asks why her rompers been replaced with sleek suits. Jenna tries to approach the topic delicately, but Verna throws a hissy fit that tips Jenna off to the fact that Verna just wants them to wear the rompers as a national, televised advertisement for her sewing skills. Which are apparently not that impressive because when she tries to rip apart Jenna's "fancy clothes" in protest, she can't and must concede that they are quality craftsmanship. "Damn the tiny brown hands that made this!" she curses before storming out.