Just need to add this: Hail to the Victors Valiant, Hail to the Conquering Heroes, Hail, Hail, to Michigan, the Champions of the West! Now, kick some Boston College Hockey ASS!
Someone slams a Nestlé Crunch bar on a checkout counter, except that it's called "Crumble" but still has all the same colors. Why, when they can product-place Diet Coke and Dos Equis, can they not do the same with a Crunch bar? "Hey, Tony," Anna sighs as she places about fifty boxes of generic tampons on top of her Crumble bar. Oh, we get it, she's on the rag and craving chocolate. Why do the writers think we want to know that? Can't she just be crabby because she's stressed about her case? Noooo, they have to make her raging with PMS, because some male writer's got ovary envy. O'Donnell, her fearless leader, surges up to the counter and knocks her stuff away, telling her she looks like a real lawyer. "Do you mind if I cut in? Of course not. Tony, you got these in extra-strength, pal?" he asks the cashier, about some condoms. Anna takes this opportunity to pick his brain about using the massage-parlor information against McDougal. "Mrs. Pilnick called me last night in tears. McDougal sent her a letter telling her he intends to sue her for legal expenses. They're playing hardball here and I don't even have a bat! Or something like that," Anna says. Cashier guy comes over and says, "Industrial strength, thirty-six-pack okay?" Of course, O'Donnell has to say he'll take two of them and adds, "Tony, I am dating a supermodel and I'm pretty sure she's been around." He turns to Anna and says, "So basically you got squat." Anna says she's not sure and tells him about McDougal's massage parlor visitations. "Oh, the one on Waverly?" O'Donnell asks, and seeing Anna's face, he says, "Kidding, I'm kidding," and then proceeds to tell her that the code of professional responsibility and the model rules state that even if she found out the opposing counsel was "killing puppies," she can't use it to "gain leverage." Yeah, opposing counsel, what about the client? O'Donnell says the client could be considered "fair game." Well, then! Anna says she could win because McDougal does not want his massages to get out. "I got them!" Tony shouts out, waving some boxes of prophylactics. "How's that other thing?" "Oh!" O'Donnell yells back, "all cleared up, no more outbreaks." Yuck. And he's worried about where the supermodel's been? O'Donnell tells Anna she's "stumbled into a very grey area of the law and while [he] would never stoop so low, it is open to interpretation." Anna's still confused about the legality of using her information. As are the three -- wait, you leaving too? Okay, the two of us still watching. O'Donnell tells her, "Legally? Probably. Ethically? Maybe. It depends on what kind of lawyer you want to be." Anna ponders.