Brit Bar. Emma is trying to train Joey, but Joey is resisting, reminding Emma that she has worked in restaurants before and managing to work in a reference to having seen them burn down as well. Emma, not impressed, points out that Joey's never worked "in this dive," has she, and steers her to Table 3. Table 3, to the surprise of nobody who has ever watched television before, is animatedly discussing The Email Of Infamy in a totally unrealistic fashion. Instead of saying something credible like "oh my God, I soooo don't envy that chick, what a nightmare," the girls snottily posit that they'd never send an email like that, at least not if they ever wanted to hear from the guy again. Joey smiles tightly and asks if they know what they want to eat, but they don't seem to hear her; the guy at the table protests that "not all guys are like that." The first girl dismisses him with, "Oh, whatever, Mike -- you're gay," and Mike theorizes that maybe the guy in question is gay too, "and that's why he screwed her over." Look, Mike, I don't know what you've heard, but James Van Der Beek is engaged, okay? So not gay. So never slept with The Flash. (Heh.) Anyway, the first girl sniffs that the emailer is obviously starved for attention, and when she makes a crack about The Real World, Joey has had it. She angrily blurts out that maybe the author never meant to send it out to "the gossips at large" -- maybe she just wanted some "private closure" and never thought she'd have to hear "the Oprah psychobabble of her life-lacking peers." "Life-lacking peers"? Hot diggity, that's bad writing. Plus, that's so not the way to handle it on Joey's part. Just mention in a mild tone of voice that, you know, you wrote that email, and then just stand there let 'em squirm. Katie Holmes does a good job selling the next line -- "Now do you guys want something to eat, or should I just bring over a nice tray of bon-bons so you guys can hunker down and watch your stories?" -- but the kids at the table greet her outburst by sending a "bitch is crazy" look around the table. The second girl says, "Maybe later," and Joey frowns and walks away as they all laugh at her.