The Turners are both drinking in a hotel room, talking about how rich they're going to be or something. Swoosie hopes they didn't hurt "those poor saps," who reminded her of them. Fred thinks Chuck and Sarah were too in love to ever really have a career with the CIA. Swoosie: "We're not?" He says they are, but it's more like an old bourbon. She thinks he's calling her old, and that's why he was hitting on that young hussy at the party. He starts rambling, and because it's Fred Willard, I know he has to be making it up as he goes along. Swoosie talks, too, but it's not funny, so I'll just quote rambling Fred: "No, she was just part of the mission. A diversion. She was planning on having breast-enhancement surgery and asked my advice. She was obviously in awe of me, if not in love." Room service knocks at the door, and the Turners take all the precautions. He sees it's all-clear, and just a glass of wine, so they let their guard down. Which is when Sarah and Chuck sneak in through the sliding glass door and take Swoosie's gun. Fred asks how they found them, and she says they're the only room that ordered twelve Manhattans. Man, I don't know how people can spy on that much alcohol. Most people wouldn't be able to walk.