In chambers, Bruce informs Amy that she's the on-call judge for the Thanksgiving weekend. She extrapolates that it's because she's a woman. Bruce tells her that it's because she's new. Amy whines some more, and then gets mad at Bruce for not being more sympathetic to her plight. Bruce just grins and tells her that he doesn't "do sympathetic." Bruce is the only reason, thus far, that I have not polished off this entire bottle of Cuervo in a desperate attempt to render myself unconscious. After watching Survivor the other night, I decided that I would like to be stranded on a deserted island with him, and Vincent, and make them perform feats of strength as they battle for my affections. That would be an interesting show. Which is the opposite of what this is. Amy checks out Bruce's ass as he walks out of the room, and then, after much sighing and self-pity, sits at her desk and calls her soon to be ex-husband, Michael, inviting him to have Thanksgiving at the Ranch.