Jill sits buried in Jack's juvenilia, unconscious with boredom. Jack knocks and bustles in to quiz Jill on his reaction to her belles lettres. He mentions that he liked one picture where she's wearing an Oreo bikini as a child. Jack insists they were Hydrox, which I suppose is the cookie-bikini way of implying that one has a D-cup. Jill says he didn't read the whole diary, but he "got the gist." Jack takes this as a slight on her escapades and an indication that he finds her life boring. Jill protests that it just "wasn't that juicy a read. I'm sure it was fun to live," he adds. Jack runs the speed trial of facial gymnastics she's known for, asking if he read various highlights -- like the part where she "had sex in the back of Craig Arosella's car!" "The car was parked in a garage," Jill says. Which reminds me -- I'm going to sit in the garage for a spell with the engine on. If I'm back in ten minutes, shoot me. "It's not like you were on a crowded subway or something," Jill remarks. Jack persists, asking if he remembers reading about the time when she jumped in a swimming pool with all her clothes on -- in front of people! "Two people, your best friends, no clothes removed," Jill objects. Jack insists that was the intention, and that denim is way heavy when wet! Here Amanda Peet demonstrates the cutesy, mugging qualities that made L.A. Times Magazine call her a "whiplash beauty," causing me to recoil so suddenly in disgust that I sustain severe trauma to my spinal column. "You are so cute," Jill enthuses, and Jack gets all menacing, saying, "Don't call me cute." Jill says, "Wha?" as Jack gathers her belongings. "It just so happens that I am a very dangerous kind of person," she says, gesturing frantically with a wilted corsage and knocking stuff over on her way out. "I can be edgy," she vows, pausing at the door. Could this be the "comedy stealth bomb" the Daily News was talking about? If so, it's so stealthy it snuck right by me.
Elispa and Mikey at @Bar, downplaying their roommate antagonism over a couple of frosty lagers. "Some of this is me dealing with the whole Jonathan thing," lisps Elispa, "I don't deal well with the whole breakup thing." "You deal with it a lot better than I deal with it," flatters Mikey. "You don't deal with it," hardy-hars Elispa, to which Mikey responds, "Exactly." Mikey produces a draft of a personal ad he just supposedly placed in The Voice, which asks for "a cool, non-stealing person who'll do housekeeping for forty-five bucks a week." Elispa reminds him that no one will take a job that pays $45 a week. I guess that was a set-up for Mikey's climactic joke, which is: "There's a lot of desperate people in the city -- trust me, I serve 'em drinks!" Elispa's all "cheers" to that and they clink glasses.