Cut to an office building. A shot of O'Donnell sitting on a couch beneath a "Dentabright" poster before jauntily pushing himself off the couch and propelling himself at the camera, and WHY CAN'T THIS DIRECTOR UNDERSTAND THAT WE DON'T REQUIRE CAREENING TO SIGNAL A TRANSITION?
Schultz walks out of a room, arm around a very cute non-Barbie type, advising her that "They're gonna try to rattle you. Just don't let 'em," when Jason lurches up to them. Schultz tells him he acted "like a douche bag" the other day. Payne careens through his annoyance to tell him that he "know[s] in-house counsel at Dentabright. They don't play fair" and offers his help with, yep, you got it: the DEPO.
Depo Time, babies. And the first of many, many over-polished conference tables. Opposing counsel reads off a list of names while the Nymph affirms with obvious relish having had sex with each of them. Schultz interjects that they should move on since she's already admitted everyone she's slept with. Opposing counsel tells him to learn how to make a proper objection or keep his mouth shut. Shot of the ol' cowboy boots starting to jangle under the table. Payne interrupts, "Excuse me, counsel. Jason Payne of Hawkins and Bates. May I suggest you cut the sarcasm, unless you want to be sanctioned under Rule 36-B?" Oh, ho, ho! Rule 36B? Zap! Bam! Pow! The plaintiff takes a moment to plead her case, saying she was a good employee. Pencil-Necked Opposing Counsel tells Miss Ponti that the case is about her "inability to keep her legs --" at which point Payne jumps in: "You don't want to finish that sentence, Mr. Blumberg." Ooh, burn, Blumberg. Miss Poon-Tang blurts out, "I love sex!" Heh. She explains that she's never let the sex interfere with her work. Blumberg has started noticing Schultz's foot thumping the ground: "What is that noise?" and then says he moves to throw out what Miss Poon-noni just said. Schultz protests, "Wait a minute, you can't just throw out whatever you want," at which point Blummy Blumberg literally throws the book at him: "Evidence code. Clearly you need it more than I." Call me crazy, but I'm not sure practicing lawyers prance to and fro their DEPOS carrying copies of the "Evidence Code." But, wait! Call me crazy, again, because I clearly did not notice over all the squeaking that this rusty machination was oiled up in order to get a heavy book in Schultz's hands so that he can whack Mr. Bum-berg upside the head with it. Which he does, to Payne's surprise, but not mine.