Outside the conference hall, O'Donnell is on a headset phone, shouting that he wants the most spectacular arrangement they can muster: "I find one carnation? I'm gonna put your head on a stake in my front yard, okay?" What's wrong with carnations?! They smell like cinnamon. Anna asks him why he's not giving her cases. He tells her she's not billing enough hours. "That's abrupt. Bentley keeps throwing me pro bono cases --" "I know and you keep taking the bait! Points scored for seeking out work, though," O'Donnell tells her, then gives her a file, "Pilnick v. McDougall. Our client's a senior citizen who's been living in the same rent-controlled house for over thirty years. She's about to lose it to a real-estate developer. Sounds like a silent movie, I know." O'Donnell tells Anna the petition's been filed and a hearing scheduled: "It's all yours." Anna gets excited, saying that representing a client against the rent board is "practically a trial." O'Donnell bursts her saliva bubble by telling her to settle by the end of the week. Anna squawks that the case needs a public forum, but O'Donnell slaps her down with, "Our client is living on Social Security, she can only afford to pay by the hour, that means she gets exactly nineteen of your hours. So settle it -- it's a favor to Hoberman." Anna asks him if he's testing her. "Yes," he tells her, "now go save the world." Then he starts screaming into his headset that he's been holding "for like ten hours!" but the clever direction makes him look like he's yelling this at Anna, on account of the fact that he's staring right at her during his tantrum. See how they did that? Yeah, me neither. O'Donnell grabs control of himself when he realizes they want to know what they should put on the card. "Oh, write this, write this [British falsetto]: 'Please sir, may I have some more?' Yeah, and sign it 'Snuggle Butt'!" That's an awfully endearing nickname for a one-nighter with him.
As PlasticMan attempts to show Andy Moffat and Anna some "gory motorcycle" pictures, Andy attempts to cajole the two of them into attending the G.A.L.L.A. dinner. "It's a great organization, an excellent resource for gay and lesbian lawyers and they throw the best parties!" Not original, no, not at all, sorry. Anna says that it smacks of being a date too much for her hands-off self. "What date? We're all friends here, and we're going to go and support one of our own sort of," PlasticMan tells her. Anna seeks the law library to sneeze over dusty tomes and complain, "O'Donnell threw [her] a turkey." PlasticMan feels the opposite about his case, since he gets to watch a re-creation of the accident "in ultra slo-mo!" "Goody for you!" Anna snips. "Goody, goody for me!" PlasticMan corrects her. Riley and Shaggy are Andy Moffat's next banquet targets. "So about the gay-la," he says. "You have to stop saying gay-la!" Shaggy tells him, though I don't know why -- it's an accepted, albeit annoying, pronunciation of the word, much like penalize versus peenalize. "Isn't it pronounced gah-la?" Riley asks. Andy Moffat tells them they like the "gay" in "gay-la" because it's a play on words. "Yeah, and it's a subtle one, at that," Shaggy says, wondering deep down what "subtle" really means, and why the heck people don't say sub-tle. Anna says she'll go if Andy will shut up about it. PlasticMan agrees. Shaggy starts to say that he'd rather pick nits out of his hair, but Riley shoves him out of the way and says, "Of course we'll be there!" and then tells Anna that Bentley told them they might get to meet the Hollywood hunk "in the flesh." Although how much more "in the flesh" they can get compared to those flagrant photos, I don't really see. "I never liked you!" Anna whines. Andy tallies up that it will be the five of them, "only three to go!"