Billy's on the stand trying to sound sad and sensitive as Nelle questions him in her UGLY suit. Tim cross-examines Billy into showing his true colors. Billy testifies about men bowing to women's nitpicking and brainwashing. He says Georgia made him feel "less than," so he fulfilled the prophecy by becoming even more of a jerk. He says women as a gender are vindictive and blah blah blah. In the middle of this Richard objects, telling the judge that Billy's ruining their case. Billy makes a crack about Tim's height. Tim asks if he's done or if he wishes to "call a friend." I don't know what that means, either. I guess I'm not very clever. ["Is it a Who Wants to be a Millionaire reference? Not that that would make it funny...I'm just guessing." -- Wing Chun] Billy is busted, Georgia is whatever she is when she makes the same face she's always making, and Ally is finger-sucking sad.
Billy slumps in his office or somewhere. Ally walks in to bicker tenderly and flirt. Oh, no. Oh, no. Billy asks her if they're over the rainbow. NO. PLEASE. SHUT UP. Remember when Billy and Ally were kids and they used to sing that song "Over the Rainbow"? Young Ally is suddenly there, telling him to grow up. Young Billy says they are grown up. Man. Why did they have to sing that song and talk about unicorns all the time instead of playing video games like normal kids? Billy moans about his unfulfilled dreams and dim future. He's an attorney with a failed marriage and a bleached head. Ally tells him that he can change those things. They change to kids again. No one cares. I hate both these characters and I don't want to hear their excuses anymore.
In another office Richard is trying to get John to break his silence. Nelle walks in to suggest settling with Georgia for ten thousand dollars. She says, "And then we'll give her Canadian dollars! She'll be so busted!" Just kidding. John regains the will to speak. He wants to put Georgia on the stand. He wants to get her. She disparaged him. He wants to get her. Spooky music. Oh, shut up, John. You disparage yourself with your own goofiness. You've been hoist on your own goof. Stay silent.
You think I'm kidding, but I promise you that I will NOT watch Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire. I will not suffer that sort of trash. Instead, I'll read Regency romances and then get online the next day and ask my e-friends who won.