John hammers into our heads the fact that Leslie slept with Marcus because she liked him, not because he was paying her. Marcus says he wasn't sure if that was just something "hookers" are paid to say. Leslie just smiles in a googly-eyed way. If she doesn't mind, I guess I don't, either. Then we hear some gratuitous sob-story excerpt about Marcus wanting to take a pretty girl to a party so that everyone will think he's cool. Marcus told this same fantasy to Leslie and she thought it was sweet and had the pity-sex with him. Marcus admits that he believed, at least for a moment, that she did this through her own volition. Leslie smiles like a Golden Retriever. Yeah, keep smiling, honey. Your statutory-rape case is coming up next. Ling, the prosecutor, and then Nelle make sympathetic faces.

Night time. Ally and Louis are at the bar. Ally sucks her martini stirrer and asks Louis what else he can tell her about her. "Well, you love people to talk about you," he says. They laugh as she punches him on the arm. Are there any guys who like it when women punch them? Even Styrofoam-armed women? I'm glad I'm a woman and no one's punching me in an effort to be flirtatious. "For real..." says Louis. "You have a lot of friends." BUZZ! Wrong! Ally smiles like it's true, though. He says that her friends would be fascinated to know all the details of her date with him. How does he know that? Louis indicates the usual Fish-Cage table, where everyone's staring at the two of them like the nosy, friendless gossips they are. Louis suggests they go some place less "fishbowl-y." Ally's coworkers are amused at the sight of Ally tripping over a chair as she and Louis leave. Richard remarks that Ally finally met somebody. "He's cute," says Nelle. John says, "Bitch." Everyone trips out. Then John says, "Supposedly that's the line he used to pick her up." Smirks all around, except at Nelle's seat. Way harsh, John. Way harsh.