In the courtroom, Kenny, Shirley, Phil, and Ed are carrying in boxes full of files as well as graphs and charts, indicating that Ed has come to win this appeal against the evil Bonnie Hane. Kenny and Shirley leave while Phil holds out his hand. "Phil, I'm not going to tip you," Ed says. Phil's hurt. "Bossco, I just wanted some skin," he says. They slap some skin and then there's order in the court. Ms. Hane gets to the courtroom just in time to drop the case. Ed is shocked. After all the preparation he had done to win this appeal, this...this...this well-educated and foxy-as-hell bitch drops the case. She apologizes if she has inconvenienced anyone and leaves the courtroom in a hurry.
Ed chases after Bonnie and asks what is wrong with her, other than the fact that she's a beautiful she-devil with a heart of ice. Bonnie says he should be happy; she dropped the appeal so that now he can focus on the bowling aspect of his job. Ed's majorly flustered and a file drops off the top of his box. Bonnie looks down at the file and says, "Now...which would you remember more? Me picking that file up, or just walking away?" Before Ed can say, "Pick the damned thing up, you calculating whore-dog," she grins and walks away. Ed shouts, "You're unlike any other human being I've ever met in my life." Bonnie grins as she keeps walking and calls out, "Now we're getting somewhere."
I'm no psychic...but I get the feeling Bonnie might have the hots for Ed. I'm also no television scriptwriter..but I get the feeling that Ed might eventually fall for Bonnie. Them's just my opinions, take 'em with a grain of salt, Slappy.
We then launch into some more consumer-friendly commercials. Hey...stop the presses -- 7-Up has a new look. Sadly, the drink still tastes like Puerto-Rican mule piss.
Now it's fish time in the meeting room of Stuckeyville Mutual. The young, brash boss Tommy walks in, greets his employees, and asks Ed who he might be. Ed announces that he's Gary's attorney and that Tommy may want to think twice before he starts handing out pink slips to employees who have the misfortune not to get a battery-operated fish to sing. Tommy says that when he walks into a room full of people, he sees a roomful of potential clients, which these salesmen do not see. They've all gotten old -- soft. Ed asks whether it wouldn't be better if he gave the salesmen a pep talk or sent them on a weekend retreat where they run around the woods naked for a few days to motivate them. Tommy asks Gary if he's tried to sell Ed any insurance since they've met. An ashamed Gary shakes his head "no." Tommy says he figured as much, and the fishy business begins. First is Steve, sixty-two years old. Steve doesn't want to push the fish's button, but Tommy reminds Steve of the rules: don't do it and Tommy fires your ass. Steve presses the button; the fish says "I think I'm hooked on you," and Steve is fired. Godfrey's turn. "Something smells fishy." Godfrey's gone. Now it's Gary's turn. Ed says, "As your attorney, I advise you to not approach the fish." Gary asks what he has to lose and walks over to the fish. As dramatic music envelops the tension-filled air, Gary pushes the button. The fish says, "I feel like a fish out of water." Tommy smirks. "And you look like a guy out of a job." Ed says, "See you in court," and conveniently leaves out the "you smarmy, pansy-assed bastard" part as Gary and Ed storm out of the office.