Jack announces a toast in honor of Mi Yow at the black tie fundraiser for her. After his toast Claire appears in front of a microphone and sings a very Marilyn Monroe happy birthday to Jack while wearing one of her custom hats and a dress painted on using rulers. Jack freaks. He pulls her aside and wants to know how she got in. It's not even his birthday. Jack asks her to leave and Claire makes a scene. "If I kill myself it is all your fault." The crowd gasps. Jack laughs and then snaps-snaps at the band to make with the music. Make with the commercial break.
Jack tells Lemon that she was right about Claire, but then admits to having had sex with her again. "It was quick and in the meat locker. That's okay, right?" Claire told Jack she loves him. He wants Lemon to tell him how to get out of this. "One guy died. Scottie Pippen requested a trade to Houston." I always thought he went to Houston because he hated Jerry Krause. I tell you what, there can't be enough Scottie Pippen jokes in this episode for me. Scottie Pippen's top 10 plays from 1996. Now back to our story. Claire is leaving in a day, so Lemon decides she'll spend a night out with her to save Jack from his own vices.
Tracy and Kenneth hand out the shooting scripts for the new Night Court finale to the three players. Markie has on a wedding dress; Harry and Mac have on tuxedos. Kenneth thanks them for "finally giving America what it wants: a reunion of Friends... from Night Court. Markie thanks her once and present cast mates and laments that John Larroquette could not be here along with us all. Harry agrees, expressing the regret on John's behalf. "You two stay in touch?" snaps Markie. Soon, she and Harry are having it out over Emmy nominations, and they both storm off set.
Lemon finds Claire selling hats to Frank. She tries to make plans for tonight but Claire wants to get together with Jack. Lemon talks her out of it by detailing her Silk Stalking night out at a Chili's one evening. Claire decides she'll blow off Jack, and then Cerie recommends they go to a night club called Aquarium, where all the women stay in a glass room at the center of the dance floor and all the guys watch and feed them. Hate to get all Metromix on Cerie, but that sounds more like downtown Moscow than downtown Manhattan.