Richard and John work with a tiny karaoke machine. A semi-bluesy track plays and Richard husks, "I wanna tell you a story," into the mike. John tries it and causes feedback. He worries that he'll fall flat on his face. Richard's not worried because he took out a little insurance. "What kind of insurance?" asks John.
We see Richard trying to convince Nelle to flirt with The Bar patrons so they'll cheer for John. Whatever. He's asked Ling as well, he says. Nelle doesn't see how she can get people to cheer just by smiling at them. Richard gratuitously grabs her arm, dips her, and tells her that her hair makes men want to whisk her away. She tries to make a comically frightened face. Whatever, whatever. This might have been the Most Contrived Scene of the Hour, but I'm not certain because I haven't watched the whole tape yet.
Outside at a hot-wassail stand or something, Ally carps to Renee about Larry's holiday blues. She's upset because he always cheers her up, and she can't deal with the focus being on him instead. Renee points out that It's a Wonderful Life is about a guy trying to commit suicide. I guess that was supposed to be helpful. No wonder Ally needs someone who's good at cheering her up. Renee assures her that Larry will be fine. "He's got you," she coos, kissing Ally on the cheek and then on the forehead. Great. Now Lisa Nicole Carson has to do coke and methamphetamines, too.
Back in court, Little Jacob Ray tearfully testifies about the way he felt when he heard Kendall Stevens's commentary. Ling goes up to cross-examine, calling Jacob "honey" and warming him up with some sweet talk. Then she talks about the implausibility of eight reindeer hauling a guy around the world in one night. She wonders how the boy could believe that, since he can read and he's been on a plane. "Are you retarded, Jacob?" she asks. At this point I feel compelled to mention that I have a son named Jacob who is also eight years old. What a coincidence. Ling finally gets little Jacob Ray (Ray is my husband's middle name. We often jokingly call our son Jacob Ray.) to admit that the idea of Santa Claus is stupid. John smirks.