After the commercials, Harry apologizes for dropping in without warning. Doyle asks if she thought he would have run off if she'd called ahead, adding, "That's not my style, remember?" Harry asks, "Do you want me to remind you who fired the starter pistol?" Before this escalates any further, Harry suggests she and Doyle should "just hug, and be happy to see each other." They do so while Cordy shakes her head. Harry asks if Doyle is still "living it up," and says, "that drinking's no good for you." The awkward conversation continues when Angel enters to inject some much-needed vitality into the group. If only he had any. Cordy snaps, "Angel, come meet Doyle's wife." Angel shakes Harry's hand. When Harry admires the offices, Doyle explains that he runs the firm and Angel and Cordy work for him. Cordy starts to protest, so Angel whaps her on the back with his elbow. Cordy asks if the marriage was a "green card thing." Harry says no: "It was a madly-in-love, couldn't-live-without-each-other kind of thing. But I guess times change, 'cause here we are four years later, living just fine." Doyle asks why Harry's there, and Harry asks if they can talk alone. Then the door opens again, and this time it's John-Boy Walton. Or his mole, attached to some other guy. "I thought you were gonna stay in the car," says Harry. The mole says that his curiosity got the better of him, and introduces himself as Richard Straley, shaking Angel's hand. Turning to Harry, he says, "You left out the part about him [sic] being such a handsome fellow." Angel says, "I'm not --" which I hasten to agree with. "No, you are, really," chuckles Richard. No, he's really, truly not. Angel explains, "I'm not Doyle." Richard gets a clue, looks at Doyle and says, "Oh, that's more like it." Doyle rolls his eyes, Richard tries to backpedal, Harry tells Richard to shake Doyle's hand.
Richard explains he's not himself, "what with the wedding only a few days off now." Embarrassed pause as we watch the other shoe clunk to the floor. Richard says, "I wasn't supposed to say that yet, was I?" Cordy takes a seat on the couch and asks Richard to go on as she grins. I think they're making Cordy's switch from barely tolerating Doyle to being jealous of his wife just a tad too rapid. Angel manages to pry Cordy out of the room, claiming that they need to work on some reports. As they leave, Harry says, "Hun-bun," causing me to vomit, "I think I should handle this from here." Exit the mole. Doyle asks indignantly, "You're marrying that guy?" Harry says that she's definitely "the yin to his yang, but it works. He's got a good heart, Francis. Just like you." I think that one should not make any comparison between the current husband and the future husband, even if it's favorable. Doyle says, "Maybe, but the container? Can I get a side of bland with that bland?" He asks again why Harry came to see him. "To see my face when I found out? To see if it cut?" he whines. Harry says absolutely not, and then explains that she just needs Doyle to sign the divorce papers. Doyle takes them, but says he wants to have some time to look them over, "just to make sure I'm not buying an ostrich farm." Harry agrees, and says she'll be back in a few days. Harry turns and leaves, telling Doyle it was good to see him again.