They leave immediately, taking the elevator the same time that Devon exits the other. Jack expresses second thoughts to Liz. "Is this the way my life was supposed to play out? The kid who walked four miles every Saturday to caddy because mother said that golf was a game for businessmen? Paid his way through Princeton by working the day shift at that graveyard and the graveyard shift at that Days Inn?" He dreads the idea of having sex with Kathy but considers it his only option. Lemon begs to differ. Maybe it's not about sex; maybe it's about attention and the high drama Kathy sees everyday while watching her stories. She doesn't actually say "stories." I just mean her soap opera shows, but you already knew what I meant if you used to tape episodes of Bold and the Beautiful and Guiding Light in 11th grade too. Not that I did (I did). Jack thinks soap operas are all about sex but Lemon corrects him. They're actually more about scenes where "someone's twin interrupts a wedding, or someone pulls a gun at a fitness center." Jack gets a text from Kathy. She's wondering where his strawberry mouth is. Bev walks in and Lemon begs Jack to be charming and he obliges offering to take her on a tour of the studio. Along the way they walk into a shouting match between Tracy and Jenna. Jenna's furious about her thank you gift for working on his video game, a coupon for free hugs. Jack leads Bev away, over to the green room/nursery. Outside the green room/nursery are baby dolls being tossed rudely into a giant mail bin. Bev is shocked. "Did you lie to me about their being a nursery here?" she asks Lemon. One of the men unloading the dolls is the same black man from earlier. "Rick, what are you doing?" says Lemon. "Bitch, my name is Fred." Bev gets all in Lemon's grill talking 'bout a "serious breach of trust" but Jack cock blocks her with some sugar talk, but then out of nowhere charges in Kathy Geiss, who sees Bev and Jack close together and goes Norman Bates on Bev's ass, yo. She knocks Bev hard into the wall. Awwww snap! Jack pulls her away. Aw snap-snap! It's like the Maury Povich Show. Jack warns Bev to run away and she does ... straight into Frank's set of gold nunchucks. Ouch. She collapses to the floor.