Jill looks across the street. Camera pans to see his POV. Apparently Allison lives in a warehouse across from a restaurant, yet both these places are situated where they can see the Manhattan skyline spread out in all its twinkling glory. I haven't seen sets with such a sense of verisimilitude since Mac Tonight, the giant moon-headed mascot for McDonald's, sang against a backdrop of stars.
But back to Jill's vantage point, and -- oh no! 'Tis Anchormatt, hailing a cab for himself -- AND A REDHEADED VIXEN! "The hell you say," I hear the gentle audience chorus, but no, 'tis the truth. Jill says, "I can't believe it," and Allison says, "Who is that?" and they both stare while Jill looks at the departing cab and says, "Oh -- no one," and manages to look a teensy bit gleeful.
A busy Manhattan street. Cut to Jack at her desk typing away. Anchormatt pops up and hands her a B&B brochure. They engage in ostensibly cute-'n'-clever banter, including a lame "get out of town!" joke, and then Anchormatt announces that they are going away for the weekend. Jack communicates astonishment and pleasure at this news by waggling her Prime Minister Nakasoni eyebrows and making mouth motions. Anchormatt then exhibits further signs of Imminent Boyfriend-ness by inquiring if he left his toothbrush at Jack's; she says yes and offers to return it. He says nah, he'll just leave it there unless it's too presumptuous. Jack looks delighted, as if to say, "Ah-ha -- I've got him in my tractor beams now."