Over at Dr. Benben's apartment, the man himself cleans a CD very carefully and pops it into the stereo. He turns to a blonde in a wrap dress. "I have an excellent '97 Brunello I think you'll enjoy," he tells her. The Blonde sniffs and wonders if he has any Zinfandel. Dr. Benben raises a wine snob's eyebrow and wonders if she'd take a nice Chardonnay. "Okay," the Blonde chirps, as she examines the apartment. "So funny," she giggles. "When you called, I was like, [Dr. Benben]? From high school? How did you even find me?" she asks. Dr. Benben hands her the wine. "One of those classmate websites," he says. "Not that I normally look for dates on the internet." Not that there's anything wrong with that. Try TWoP Personals today! The Blonde waves a hand airily and twitters that when she first got a divorce, she used "all those sites." The two of them sink into the sofa. "I mean, who has time to meet people?" she asks. Dr. Benben agrees, taking a long look at her cleavage. The Blonde not-so-discreetly adjusts her neckline and he manages to tear his attention away from her breasts and toward her face.