Commercials. Copy shop. Jason can't work one copier, while Schultz copies his face with another. As we know, I'm no fan of the Baby Man, but hanging out with someone who actually thinks it's funny to copy parts of their body like it's 1988 or something would get trying. Jason whines that they need to put the fifteen grand back into the law practice and that they need "some shred of order and routine around the office." I'm betting things are pretty calm and quiet at the now cancelled Beach Bungalow. Schultz tells Jason that he "blew through twelve hundred of my cut last night, but after that, sure." Jason can't understood what he spend the money on in one night and is further disbelieving when Schultz answers, "Karaoke." Jason says, "You can't spend twelve hundred dollars on karaoke." Schultz responds, "Depends on who you karaoke with. And what you mean by karaoke." I've actually been brought in as an outside expert to resolve this conflict, and I have to say: Schultz is right. You find yourself and twenty of your closest friends in a private room inside a Korean-run karaoke establishment, pressing a button to have beer brought in to you, and a Dance Dance Revolution machine in the corner, you're spending at least that much on karaoke. And, as further evidence of my expert knowledge, let me say truthfully that I never once had to look up how to spell "karaoke." The Wonder Twins talk law, law, law for a while until Lou ambles in telling them he's got a copier installed, so what are they doing there? Jason asks, "Where?" Where else could Lou be referring to but an R.V.? Oh, this show had such potential.

Courthouse. As they walk up to the door of the courtroom, Jason pauses and starts breathing deeply. Apparently this is the same courtroom he argued in the day he got kicked out of his house. He asks for a minute, the Desperate Heartbeats of Panic start taking over the soundtrack, and the editing goes all crazy and choppy. I hate this part. Schultz asks him if he's "spazzing out on me again?" and then starts talking in fast forward: "There's gotta be a limit to how many times a guy can spazz out. Princess, do I need to hold your hand?" until Jason yells out, "Just shut up, and let me handle this!" and snaps out of it. Schultz is triumphant: "See? No more self-help CDs. You got me, buddy."