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.
Is it just me, or are most of the commercials in this time slot aimed at men? Why is that, I wonder? Oh, no...here's a Diet Dr. Pepper one featuring a fat girl in a gym. Guess I was wrong!
At their apartment, Renee's ragging on Ally for dating an insurance agent. Nice snobbery, Renee. Ally's talking about how interesting and groovy Louis is. Apparently, between bouts of talking about her, he managed to fill out his own story a little. Then Ally is all negative and pessimistic about her budding non-relationship. She likes this guy, so she's sure he used to be a girl or has some other paranoid-imagining sort of thing. Renee's convinced. She baby-asks when Ally will see Louis again. Ally says any minute now, because he's in the shower. Renee freaks. Ally was just kidding. Hardy, har. She's meeting him for lunch. She tells Renee this twice -- once normally, and once translated into Babyese so that Renee will understand.
Leslie's on the stand. She's still smiling as she tells everyone that she had willingly had sex with "adorable" Marcus for free. Marcus is all Mr. Bashful as he hears this. His head is very big and round. The prosecutor coins a catchy little phrase: "Date for fee, but sex for free." Objection. Objection! The prosecutor asks if Leslie's ever dated sixteen-year-old boys for money. This fact has already been established, of course, but he asks anyway so that Leslie can say, "Yes, but sixteen is as low as we go," so that he can then repeat, "As low as you go" all meaningfully and everything. Ling is chagrined and Leslie finally quits smiling. Marcus looks sad, like he's wishing he hadn't called Leslie a hooker, because now he's afraid she'll go to jail and he'll never meet another woman stupid enough to have sex with him.