Meredith hates Sarah's brief. "The object isn't to convince the judge that you secretly desire to be Yeats," she sneers. Sarah has taken off her glasses, the better to cock an overplucked eyebrow at her boss's rants. Meredith haughtily tells her to revisit her style manual and then "read Ms. Clifford's portion of the brief" for a lesson in good writing. Sarah nods. Meredith stresses that they won't survive summary judgment without a strong, effective brief. Sarah offers up a youthful smile. Meredith couldn't give a shit if she had chugged Ex-Lax. "Ms. Mickle," she calls out as Sarah tries to leave. "I'm disappointed." Sarah doesn't appreciate this extra dig.

Sarah tails Clare around the office whining about her wrist-slapping from Meredith. Clare is embarrassed at her friend's loud bitching. "Randa went and told The Mantis who wrote which part," gapes Sarah. "And that mine was the one short on 'efficacy,' that BITCH." Heads turn with interest. Clare is mortified. "I can say 'bitch,'" Sarah insists. "No one's going to know who I'm talking about. The place is full of them. BITCHES and DICKS." This is an excellent example of office decorum. Clare drags her away.