Jack and Ferret are unpacking stuff in a new brick-walled apartment that would run you the national debt in Manhattan. Luckily, this is ManNOTtan. "I really thought someone was gonna say it," Jack says, crossing the room with a cordless drill. "Then why didn't you?" asks the industrious ferret, clad in a buttercup-yellow sweater and struggling to hang an artwork of some kind. "That someone has to be him. First, anyway," says Jack, adding, "Look, I haven't said it to that many people. But I've never said it first." Elispa emerges, wearing a pumpkin-colored t-shirt and overalls, for God's sake. "Said what first?" she pesters. "I love you, Jack won't say it first," says Ferret, acting all Bob Vila about the hanging of one picture. "Of course not, that's just basic," says Elispa, gingerly picking up a clock crafted out of driftwood. Clearly she and Jack have read Wendy Shalit's A Return to Modesty with highlighters in hand. "Have you and Barto said it?" Jack asks. Ferret leers slightly and says, "I think, once, when I was about to --" "Doesn't count," say the Modesty Twins in unison. Jack has on a diaphanous scoop-necked dashiki, which makes her judgments all the more compelling. "Well," Ferret tries again, "We've said, "I'm falling in love with you . . ." Jack and Elispa shut her down again. "When did you and Jill say it?" asks Jack of Elispa, then shrieks, "No, don't tell me!" Farmer Greenjeans googles her eyes and says, "I wasn't gonna." "Well, I'm not gonna say it first. No way," Jack says, clearly under the impression that someone other then her might appreciate this non-information.
Habitrail Hideout. Barto and Ferret are apparently digesting Chinese food. Ferret prattles on about how "bloated" she feels and Barto tosses off a medical analysis of the Pu Pu Platter -- and what quicker way to get boffo laffs is there than a casual reference to Pu Pu Platters, I ask you? It's comedy gold, pure and simple. Ferret prances around in a snug puce-green tank top and capri pants apparently sewn out of drapery samples. Suddenly she realizes she's alone and finds Barto a-snooze in bed. "Man, you're quick," she says. Barto mumbles, "I'm so tired," which fails to deter Ferret from straddling him and stealing his breath. "We don't have to watch the movie tonight," she says. "Really? Great," says Barto, abruptly turning his back on the Ferret's seductive antics and snuffling, "Good night, baby." "Night?" says the Frazzled Ferret, looking peeved.