At the radio station where Nora Walker seemingly works all day every day, she is working on a promo for a product called "4 Eva tabs", which MIGHT be called "Forever Tabs" but I really prefer thinking about it the other way. For some reason while Nora is working on her promo, Professional Radio Personality Carl is sitting next to her reading the newspaper while she works. Like newspapers aren't the loudest most crinkliest form of newsgathering in the universe! Like any self respecting Radio Personality would let a crinkly ass newspaper in their studio with an open mic. Get an electronic reading device and/or out of the damn studio pronto! I am starting to seriously doubt Carl's credentials as a Professional Radio Personality. I mean, really.

Nora smiles prettily at him as he makes a racket with his old timey newspapery thing and then protests to poor old Frank, who is stuck trying to get his Radio Mom to sell a goddamn 4Eva Tab like she means it. But, sadly, Nora does not mean it at all and Frank makes her start over while Carl sniggers and wrinkles his damn paper. Nora has an ethical dilemma though: She does not actually take 4Eva Tabs. She is a Boniva spokesmodel and this is AWKWARD. Carl recommends she just take one pill (a pink one, maybe? Don't worry baby, it won't hurt) and then the ethical dilemma will be no more. Also she will live 4Eva. Damn, now I have the OG FAME! theme stuck in my head. Then Frank throws up his hands with the both of them, tells Nora to read the goddamn hotel spot instead and goes to collapse in his ergonomic office chair, and swallow a handful of aspirin with a Scope chaser.

Despite Frank's retreat, Nora is still whining. She can't do the hotel spot, either! It's too corny and she will sound uncool. Carl doesn't believe that is possible, and, indeed, when Nora reads the promo copy: "we make the beds, we make the magic," Carl gets hot and bothered and handsy. Nora points out that there are windows on all four sides of them to which Carl pithily reminds her that they are consenting adults and her daughter owns the damn station. They could snort 4Eva tabs off of Frank's head and no one's going to blink! So they make out in the middle of the office and Sarah, Queen of All Media, walks by and angrily taps on the glass, because: EW!

Kitty has her glasses on so everyone knows she is smart and IT TOTALLY WORKS! The floppy-haired barista hand delivers her to-go skinny vanilla latte and starts nonchalantly flirting with her like she is not three times his age and looks like the unholy offspring of Skeletor and a stalk of celery (in glasses!). The barista then asks her if it is her birthday because he has been drink stalking her all week and noticed that she ordered whipped cream today which can ONLY mean a birthday and not ever "My doctor told me to get more calories or my hair will all fall out." She then realizes what is going on and takes off her glasses to flirt mo' better and starts talking about the super hot seminar she is teaching on the American presidency and then she recounts some of her favorite presidential anecdotes. ("President Taft got stuck in his bathtub!") As if she's not just going to turn on a DVD of PBS' The American Presidency and sit in the back of the class and file her nails and text her sister.