At some outdoor café, Jane and Nicole try to make Richard feel better about his failure with Jane's case. Nicole says only that Richard's funny. She's not clever, but she's honest. Richard wants to give one last shot at the motion he has scheduled for 3:00. Nicole asks whether she'll have to remove her shirt again. Richard says that they'll save that for appeal. "He's funny," she tells Jane again. I look at her piercings and remember the part in Pulp Fiction where John Travolta says he doesn't want the chick with all the shit on her face and then Eric Stoltz says, "That's my wife." I almost laugh. The kitchen timer I set to remind me of my laundry buzzes loudly, startling me. I press stop on the VCR and I see three scary, scary fucking clowns from some PBS kids' show which may or may not be called The Big Comfy Couch. The clowns' faces, coupled with the thought of the word "comfy," leave me with a queasy feeling that doesn't bode well for the rest of the hour. The woman with the painted-on freckles and red plastic nose leers at me through the television screen. I swear to God, I wouldn't shed a single tear if clowns were outlawed in all fifty United States as well as in Canada. I think that's the only way I could be safe while writing my recaps.

Larry wears an ugly tie as Corretta tells him not to give up on Ally. She says a bunch of crap about infidelity and insecurity. Larry points out that he can't just kick his ex-wife and the mother of his child out of his life, however much Ally would prefer it. Corretta remarks that he's sounding a little bit like a loser. Larry corrects her -- he's a two-time loser, and he's afraid of strike three. Okay...so now he doesn't want to marry her, right? I can understand that. I just wish he would admit that it's because she's a violent psychopath.

Ally's still reminiscing sadly in her bedroom. See, this is why they should have made RDJ shoot all his scenes three months ahead of time -- to save the viewers all the tacked-on flashback scenes. Renee walks in so that she can be the latest receptacle for Ally's whining. Her hair looks like shit. I can't stand it when she pastes it down on top and lets the sides fly all over the place. Ally eventually quits talking and leaves for work.