Outside court, Ally bitches at Larry for being harsh on Kimmy. She Freudian slips, "It's a trial. You don't expect to butt lips a little? Foreheads! Heads! Opposing sides butt heads!" What a dork. She runs off, and John tells Larry, "She gets emotional. I'd go after her." Whatever. "I don't do that," says Larry. John tries to be pithy and comes out with, "No, I suppose if you did, it'd make it harder to live life alone." Considering the alternative in this case, I can't say that I blame Larry.

Nelle and her Brittney Spears uniform are sharing the Unisex when Richard mopes in. Nelle advises him to use a song or persona like John did with Barry White. "It'd have to beat being yourself," she tells him.

Mr. Peterson testifies that Kimmy was too judgmental and therefore made people uncomfortable. John rapid-fire questions Mr. Peterson. He makes the point that Kimmy was a good lawyer and made a lot of money for the firm, but that there was no room for a pious virgin at Mr. Peterson's firm. Larry declines the opportunity to redirect, and John ruins any advantage he may have gained by telling Mr. Peterson, "Even your own lawyer has no use for you." Shut up, John. For the love of all that's pious and virginal, or even penal and vaginal, please shut up.

That night, Ally bothers Larry at his office. She apologizes for being upset earlier. She admits that she was disappointed he didn't kiss her. I have to admit that I was impressed with her honesty, for once. Larry explains that he didn't want to rush things. Ally thinks they should cool their relationship because of the trial and all. Larry tells her not to run from him. He tells her that he's been in one bad relationship after another and he wants this one to be right. Ally confides that she's been obsessed with the idea that she's forgotten how to kiss. Larry asks if that could be symbolic of the fact that she's forgotten how to love. Okay, this is my stop. Let me off here. I want to make way for the unicorns and the show tunes...Ally says, "Well. I don't know whether I should feel sorry for myself or whether I should be offended or whether I should be happy that I met someone who can see into me or whether I should walk out on a guy who has no idea who or what I am." Or you could just shut up, Ally. There's always that. Larry tells her, "Well, I guess that's your call there." Ally says it's crazy to try to work this out while they're working against each other on a trial. She peels out, leaving Larry to say, "I talk too much," to himself and his chair.