Pretty Assistant says that she doesn't know a lot about these men's groups, but they don't sound productive. Billy says that they are very productive, and "stuff comes out of you" that you didn't know was there. I'll let you write your own joke there. Pretty Assistant asks what kind of stuff. Billy says that he knows he doesn't want to go back to Georgia, and Pretty Assistant says that's great, because now he has everything he wants and should be perfectly happy. Billy asks for a date. Pretty Assistant says no because she works for him and she thinks he needs some time before he starts dating again. I assume that he'll say, "Okay, it's been thirty seconds, and you're fired. I'll pick you up at seven." But she leaves before he gets a chance.

Fade into Vonda keeping the baby awake with her singing. Elaine is cuddling the child making us go, "Awww." Fade to black.

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Elaine is giving Ally tips on how to be sexy. I assume that she could do the same thing with a cardboard cutout of Ally and get just as far. Elaine holds the baby and starts grinding and singing to "Santa, Baby." Ally isn't sure if this is the right song. Elaine says this is the perfect song for Ally because it's "soft and cute and sexy," and she actually says it without giggling. Ally begins trying to sing so that we can have a feedback joke, but it's cut mercifully short by John running in and announcing, "It's time."

Ling and Nelle are in the elevator as Ling announces now she thinks she can have a baby. Nelle asks what changed, and Ling says that now they can laser off stretch marks, so the sacrifices aren't as big. Ling walks in and sees Richard holding a "baby." Ling asks if she can have him and Richard says, "Sure," and tosses the "baby" in the air. Slow motion shot of Ling and Nelle screeching and freaking out while trying to catch the obvious doll. Ling catches the doll and gives Richard a mean look. "I'd say he got you," Billy says, walking by holding Elliot. Ling says that was really mean and slams down the doll. "Oh, now look what you did," Billy says, referring to the silent naked baby in his arms. "Oh, let me hold him," Ling coos. I sigh the sighs of thousands of comedy writers. Of course, as soon as Ling leans into the baby it shoots the stream of urine in her face, this time with some magical Tinkerbell music playing in the background, so maybe she'll get her next wish granted or something. Dear David E. Kelley, Comedy comes in threes. That's the rule. The first one is the setup. The second establishes the pattern. The third is an unexpected twist. Adding pixie dust music to the stream of urine does not make an unexpected twist. It makes for boring "comedy." Perhaps it's time to hire a group of writers instead of trying to write all of these shows at once. Just a suggestion. Love, Hungry and Talented Comedy Writers Everywhere.