Open up your morning light, and say a little prayer for me.
David Arquette needs to dial down his dosage before he starts dialing any phones. You know it and I know it.
At the No-Fault Hacienda, the Flash answers the phone, at the other end of which is a caller for the Bride of Flash. She speaks very curtly, and then tells the caller they should probably discuss this at the office. The Flash looks up suspiciously as soon as she utters the word "office," but has looked back down at his newspaper by the time she hangs up. Casually, the Flash asks if that was Calvin, and before she can answer says he wishes he'd known, because he hasn't talked to Calvin in a long time. Evasively, the Bride of Flash says it wasn't Calvin. The Flash breezily comments that the voice sounded familiar, and finally just asks who it was. The Bride of Flash makes a face like her nylons are a size too small and then does this weird bouncing walk like the Flash is a two-year-old and she's trying to sneak up on him for a game of peekaboo, and with a too-bright expression that clearly communicates that she's bracing for a fight, she says, "It was work-related. It isn't what you think it was." The Flash snaps his paper and says, "He has the nerve to call here?" The Bride of Flash says he had a simple question, but the Flash is having none of it, and blusters, "You tell Bob that the next time he calls here -- the next time he interrupts my breakfast to call my wife -- the only 'simple question' he'll need an answer for is, 'Do you have health insurance?'" Ooh, butch! The Bride of Flash, in her nine-inch skirt, tells the Flash he has no reason to be angry with Bob, which only sets him off on a rant about there being no better way to start the day than by listening to his wife's protestations of innocence on behalf of her former lover. He winds up by saying that he is angry, "It just doesn't happen to be at Bob," and stomps out in a fit of very butch pique.