The next day, Carol's walking down the street when Ed pulls up. Ed asks if Carol still has that diary from 1978 when she admitted she wanted to hump a fifty-eight-year-old man. Carol says she does. Ed says, "Good...bring it to my office tonight...I'm putting you on the stand tomorrow" and drives away. Carol gives that grin that says, "Oh...that crazy Ed! I just might be falling for him after all!" And twenty-two million Americans (and twelve Canadians) all keep their fingers crossed, hoping that love is finally in the air for these two.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph...more commercials. I pluck a few more nostril hairs and form a square on the arm of my recliner with them.

Ed's going through his files when Carol walks in. Carol sees the spatula and picks it up. Ed stares at the spatula. Finally...we get to hear the story of the spatula. As it turns out...when Ed and his ex-wife first got married and moved into their first apartment, Ed walked down to the corner grocery store one Sunday morning, bought the spatula, and came back and made her scrambled eggs. That's it??? No sexual liaisons with kitchen utensils??? I've gotta say...I was left kind of empty after the spatula story. Ed's about to get all torn up over the spatula, so Carol wisely decides to change the subject and lets Ed leaf through her diary. He stumbles across a page that says, "C.V. loves B.B." He asks who B.B. is. She won't say. He guesses, "Boris Becker" and she just sits there. He's happy with the response and lets it drop.