Kevin arrives onstage to warm applause and reaches up to grab the microphone. He begins: "Um…a lot of new comics worry that their routine is going to be a car wreck, but, uh, I already got that out of the way, so we can all relax." Jason Ritter is really, really good in this scene: he's absolutely nailed the right mixture of nerves and bravado. Kevin's comedy is promising, but not so slick or professional that you sneer at the idea of him being new to this. He continues, "See, my best friend drove me into a tree, and now he's suing me for a million dollars because…he's depressed." Kevin has everyone's attention, partly because they're not sure at all where this is going to go or how dark it's going to be. You can sort of feel the tension: should they cut him more slack because he's in a wheelchair, or is that patronizing? I actually really love things like that. I love darkness and ambiguity. Kevin claims to feel really bad for Andy: "But it is also kind of like the United States suing Hiroshima, like… [whiny childish voice] 'Hey! You ruined our bomb! That was our favorite bomb!'" That gets some laughs. "But, even if he does win…I got the last laugh…I still have six of his CDs and I am not giving them back!" Big laughs. "I don't understand that, though…what about money makes people so crazy? I mean, how much do really we need? I make money, because I rent out my handicapped plates. One guy was such a moron, he, uh, he got out of his car with a white cane." More laughs. Will seems to be genuinely enjoying himself. "I also make a lot of money outside Starbucks. I'll just be sitting outside. You’d be surprised how many people throw their change into my latte. And I save a bundle on shoes. I mean, one pair is gonna last me the rest of my life. See, there are a lot of benefits to having no feeling below the waist. The party games, for one: there's 'Let's Freeze Kevin's Legs!' Then there's…let's see: 'Pin The Tail On My Ass.'" Okay, he's not Jon Stewart, but he's got potential.