After some less than memorable commercials, we find Ed, Molly, Mike, and Nancy enjoying a little lunch at one of Stuckeyville's finest bistros when the subject twists its way to Molly's love life. Molly's convinced that Jim didn't come to her birthday party because he's intimidated by her intense sexuality. I choked on my Diet Dr. Pepper as I watched her say this with a straight face. Ed informs her that Jim will be by soon to upgrade the bowling alley's pinsetters, and that Molly should give him another chance. Molly insists that it wasn't meant to be. Always the entrepreneur, Mike offers Ed $10 if he'll ask the waitress to wrap up his last French fry to take home with him. The waitress comes by and Ed meekly asks for a doggie bag for his fry. The waitress stares at him, waiting for him to bust out laughing, but the only ones busting out laughing are the show's writers, who are probably tittering madly and punching each other in the shoulder over their latest attempt to flog a dead horse. Finally, the waitress takes the plate back to the kitchen to have Ed's fry wrapped. This is the same waitress who has been privvy to other ten-dollar bets from the boys, including the infamous "Burger Me" bet and the "Dr. Seuss" bet. Hey, Ed: I'll bet you $10 the waitress spits on your food every time you come into the joint.
Back at the alley, Phil and Ed are decorating the place and doing some incredibly lame impressions of Dr. Crazy when Dr. Crazy and his assistant walk through the door. Phil and Ed immediately freak out like kindergarteners and straighten their hair as they go to meet the master. Dr. Crazy couldn't be less enthusiastic if he tried. Ed points out that Dr. Crazy is bald and doesn't have crazy hair like he does on the show, which prompts Crazy to calmly state, in a tone that is normally reserved for coma patients, that the wacky hair is part of his costume. Dr. Crazy is a made-up character, while the actor portraying him...is not. The guy clearly needs some extra lithium in his diet, because he's about as lively as Styrofoam. He tells Bob, his assistant, that he "can't do this," then walks away from the group to go sit in a booth and put his head down on the table. His actions remind me of when I was a child and Daddy would come home late from the race track smelling like a brewery explosion and not want to play "Go Fish" with me because his "goddamned head hurt." Ed asks Bob if there's something wrong with Dr. Crazy, and Bob says that Crazy's wife just left him for a chocolatier. "A choco-what?" Phil asks. "He's a maker and seller of fine chocolate," Bob explains slowly. Phil nods like he understands and then says, "A choco-what?" Ed's humiliated that he has the world's most dense human being as his bowling-alley manager.