Upstairs, Jack and his mad scientist microwave design team are still at it. Now there are cup holders and the suggestion of replacing the microwave oven entirely with an AM/FM radio. They click for the final product, and Jack realizes they've just reinvented the Pontiac Aztec.
Downstairs, Lemon has another angry encounter with someone negatively affected by her book. This time, it's a custodian, who dumps trash all over her floor. She starts to pick it up and finds a bill amongst the refuse. She storms into Tracy's dressing room to ask if he ordered pay-per-view at her apartment -- six movies in two days, specifically, including The Curious Case of Benjamin Butt and Ima Do Us (a pun on Amadeus). She refuses to pay for his high-brow porn parodies. He refuses to be judged by her. He throws out a sentence that has words that I, a certifiable word nerd, don't even recognize. Essentially, she's in charge of paying for his booty movies until she fixes things. And the source of all those words I can't comprehend? He also used her credit card to buy a vocabulary course. Lemon confirms that, if she rights things, he'll take his dogs and leave. Seeing this as her opportunity to "climb down into the darkness," she tells Tracy she knows what he can do with her life rights.
Outside, she asks Pete to close up the studio for a few days, construct a set to resemble her apartment, and stock up on hand sanitizer. Pete is befuddled, so Lemon explains -- Tracy is producing a porno based on her life, and she's writing it. Sound familiar?
Upstairs, Jack forlornly says he never thought things would end like this. Devon sneaks up on him from behind (probably not the first time!) to wish him well in his new venture. Jack blusters something about digital media, but realizes he's sunk and turns to the bottle. Heh. Devon smugs that he was happy to be such a big part of Jack's plunge to rock bottom. As he starts out, Jack restores his pluck and says that, in fact, he can go lower... into the crevasse. Jack tells Devon he played things all wrong. Instead of trying to ruin just one man, he should have forced Jack to take bail-out money on behalf of the company, thus making Devon Jack's boss. Devon realizes his folly, and they have a homoerotically charged dom-sub conversation that ends with Devon phoning the president only to reach Sasha and have to shoot the shit about inviting boys to her birthday party.