Fine Romance Dating Service, or rather some building with a cheap scroll banner taped over the front door labeling it as such. Outside, Morris and a sexist pig cop, who I'll call Deputy Horndog, are taking photos of the lazy Ps as they enter. Deputy Horndog: "Wow, look at the racks on those babes!" Daryl: "Do your job." Deputy Horndog: "Blah blah taking pics of potential suspects blah blah those two have lots of potential click click click." Don't y'all be fooled for a second. I'm sure this guy's been written in to balance this episode out with a negative male stereotype, but you'll see that it's sexually aggressive women who are truly taking it on the chin for the full running time.
FRDS. Office. A blonde refugee from the set of V.I.P. (the Pamela Lee series, not the Liz Taylor-Richard Burton vehicle) greets the lazy Ps. Her name is Darla and she's no stranger to collagen and silicone; the latter fills out the old-lady bathing suit with skirt she's wearing as a dress. Phoebe leaves Prue with Darla to sign up. Darla gives her sales spiel -- today, and today only, they're offering a year-long special for only $3,500. Prue balks. Darla leans her cleavage forward (for whose benefit, I wonder) and tries to seal the deal with, "I can always tell the frustrated ones. You've been having man trouble lately, haven't you?" Prue makes a stink-face. So do I. Single straight people are actually paying $3,500 dollars each to find one another in San Francisco? Aren't there only 287 of them and they all hang out together at P3AD already?