Judge Hammond retires to his office. Ally follows him. He asks her to leave. She wants to know "what is the deal" with his working at the coffee shop. He righteously points out that he can work in one if he wants without telling people he's a judge. He sarcastically asks if she considers that fraud. She says he's biased. He says her motion was a waste of the court's time. Ally argues, calling him "Your Anus." He argues. Ally calls him a pig. He puts her in contempt of court. She says that'll keep her up nights. He calls Security to have her jailed. He tells her that she can dump coffee on him when he's a civilian, but she has to respect him as a judge. She says he's a horrible judge. He slams the door and looks disconcerted, but we know that he secretly loves Ally McBeal, just like every other man on earth does. We know because the oboe tells us so.
Sandy's washing her hands in the Unisex. John's remote flusher precedes him. He asks her if she's okay. She says she is and walks out as Nelle walks in. Nelle brushes past her without a word, telling John that she's ready to go to the bar. John asks Nelle who was just in the Unisex with them. Nelle doesn't know Sandy's name, only that she's Billy's secretary. Nelle's wearing a NASTY red, pink, and purple striped turtleneck body-suit thing. She leaves to meet him at the bar. John muses.
Down at the bar, Richard's lamenting that he didn't get to touch his client's ex. Ling assures him that another lesbian will come along. Elaine informs them that Ally's in jail. The geeky twins ask Ling to dance. Ling says that's sweet, but she's busy this lifetime. Elaine goes with them to the floor. Ling remarks on the cruel joke that God played by making two of them. Billy joins Sandy at a table for two. What, she hangs at that same bar but doesn't sit with her co-workers? I guess Nelle's not the only snob working there. Billy can't pretend the kissage with Sandy didn't happen. Sandy asks if he's just looking for a pretty smile with no complications. He admits he might just be looking for a dance. I guess that's another metaphor for "quick sex." He's looking to be "adored a little." If he was her brother or her friend, he'd give her a million reasons not to dance with the guy sitting across from her. As the guy sitting across with her, he asks her to dance. What a piece of cheese. Meanwhile Sandy's looking like this tripe melts her core. Pathetic, I tell you. She takes his hand and kisses his cheek. Then she tells him goodnight. Ha! Okay, I can still almost like her for a while.