Court. The woman who's suing Ray recites her long list of complaints: he called her "'sexy,' in open court." His hand "grazed [her] buttocks." He asked her "to tame his meat weasel." And he told her about a dream he had when they both did karaoke in the nude, and that she was good with the mic. Which, per the hooey of dream analysis, is "phallic." Wow, mentioning that things are phallic is so ridiculous. Except if you're talking about burritos, or actual penises. Not all of them are, you know. Jenny cringes at each admission, while Ray mildly shrugs. Ray also grabbed the plaintiff and kissed her. All of this made her self-conscious, rattled her, and caused her to lose the case and the long-term client. Damages. There you go.
Jenny confers with Ray in an off-court room, asking how the hell could he have done (and can still do) all these intrusive things. Ray says, "It's a boy's club." The world? Is a boy's club? Oh, fuck you, DEK. You and the horse you rode in on. Jenny says it isn't a "boy's club anymore," and still Ray acts like it is by hiring an adorable, freckly, chick lawyer. Jenny? It doesn't have to be all about you. Oh, listen to me, challenging the natural order of things. My bad! Ray is like, you're great, and trial lawyering is about button-pushing. And, once he saw his mom cry because men no longer considered her a sexual object, so women have to like being treated as one for at least part of the time. DEK? Go fuck yourself. Seriously. Fuck right off and die. Jenny takes off her hypothetical lawyer hat and dons her friend hat, informing Ray that he has a problem. The few thousand people watching this crap show say, "Duh!" The piano plays gently, and Ray stares at his adorable, freckled lawyer. Her lips are moving.
Glenn enters Ally's office. She's got on a funky gray bell-sleeve boatneck top, that is super-trendy, but not bad at all. The hair, on the other hand...bad. Very bad. Glenn is all, hey, about the fling we're never, ever going to have until perhaps the next round of sweeps...why wouldn't it work? Ally says it would only be a fling because he's a boy. Which might be fun and good for Ally, but risking hurting Jenny would have to be for a "greater emotional good," and Ally has "a very strict policy against fun." So, later, Glenn.
Jenny gets to cross-examine the plaintiff lady. Is Ray the first man ever to compliment her on her looks? No, but Ray is the first to ask her to "tune his skin flute." Oh, man. If there's any mention of Ray's "one-eyed trouser snake," I'm going to have to go out for more booze and a can of chocolate frosting. Anyway, Jenny asks if sometimes, cases turn on more than the merits, and doesn't the plaintiff ever try to flirt with or charm jurors? Of course, but there's a line. And the plaintiff claims to know where that line is? No, but when one lawyer tells another that he "polished the pink helmet with her in mind...." Hold on, I'll be right back.