At the restaurant, Leslie's taking pictures of everyone and expounding upon how cool this all is. He takes his seat and Johnny, ripping a page out of the Book of the Dementedly Idiotic and Hopelessly Retarded, asks Leslie if he's got a girlfriend at home. "Well, I used to," says Leslie. "But whenever I'd kiss her, I'd think of you." BWA HA HA. Marcy then asks Leslie to show Johnny his Becky imitation. Leslie performs admirably enough, I guess. But then, I rarely ever see enough of the Becky character for me to make a proper assessment.
Señor Stinky shows up and immediately launches into what a lousy day he had peddling third-rate Little League trophies. Courtney tries to be supportive. Johnny contemplates his empty plate. Hairless jumps in and says, "You should set your sights higher. This town is trophy crazy. I mean, every week it's another award show." Señor Stinky doesn't like this idea. It would appear that sports trophies are their bedrock. Courtney pipes up that change is good, and that if Señor Stinky moved out to L.A., he could really expand the business. Hairless then delivers the funniest line of the evening: "Hey, I bet you could even spill over into the commemorative ribbon business. You know, AIDS awareness, breast cancer awareness." I just love how he's giving Señor Stinky the "I'm all interested" treatment when he's so obviously just making subtle fun of him. Almost makes the sticky-sleazy aspect of Hairless's personality melt away. Almost.
Señor Stinky bitches and moans about living in L.A., and Johnny keeps supporting him with negative comments about living there. It's pretty clear that Johnny's just trying to keep Señor Stinky in Tempe, where Johnny believes he belongs. "Excuse me," says Courtney. "You're forgetting one advantage to living in L.A." When Señor Stinky searches the tablecloth for some idea of what she's talking about, Courtney says in a wounded voice, "Me." Oooh. He's in trouble now. When Courtney says, "This is where my career is," Señor Stinky patronizingly says, "Career...come on. You'll get over the acting bug." Oh, man. This guy sucks.
Dave and Hunter are exiting that fine Hollywood cinematic venture, Lost Souls. You know, that movie with Winona Ryder as some sort of demonic possession expert? Yeah. That one. Hunter's bitching about how Winona got the role that was supposed to be hers, and Dave tells her that the whole point of going to a movie is to forget about your own life for awhile. Hunter tells him it's hard when you're "in the business." What business is that, Hunter? Eternal self-involvement? I didn't realize you could make a career out of that. ["It's working for James Van Der Beek." -- Sars]