Big Ed's up in the office when Mike comes on over and too-casually asks, "You ever heard of Louie Ambrose?" Big Ed grabs him by the arm, steers him over to the conference room for some privacy, and asks, "Where did you come up with Louie Ambrose?" Mike protests that he's asking for a friend of his. Big Ed snarls that Ambrose is a lowlife dirtbag loan shark with two warehouses on Industrial Ave., and asks Mike to pass on his contemptuous regards. Mike stammers, "I think he's here for the poker tournament." Ed replies, "Nah, 'cause if he was, somebody would be fired. He's black-booked. I'm telling you, and you tell your friend, stay the hell away from this guy. He's the lowest scum on Earth. You got me?"
Cut to Mike striding through the casino while Nessa delivers Line #3 of the night: "But if Ed told you not to go, why are you doing this?" At least, that's what the line sounds like; Nessa appears to be saying something completely different, or possibly talking through her teeth. The show has a grillion dollars from Dreamworks, and they can't get the dialogue coordinated to the actor's facial expressions? No wonder Pixar is kicking their asses at the box office. Mike explains that he owes Ben from the night before college graduation, when Ben bailed him out of jail for getting "in trouble."
The next scene has a little establishing shot where we establish that the Vera wankers are giving Mary a hard time, and then Delinda wanders away from her conversation with Mary to meet her dad for dinner. They establish that yes, the Vera wankers are devoted, and Delinda says, "People count on them to make their marriages successful. I'm going to see Vera and Vanko on my honeymoon." Because visiting hack magicians and relying on superstition is a far more proactive approach to long-term happiness than learning how to deal gracefully with compromising a lot and communicating like grown-ups. Anyway, Big Ed's just overjoyed that Delinda's even thought about marriage and honeymooning: "I just...you know, marriage. I've never heard you talk about that normal kind of stuff." Delinda warns him not to get all yenta on her; he points out that matchmaking is Mrs. Big Ed's department. And then we work around to the obvious: Delinda knows that Big Ed's secret wedding notebook has "Danny DeLine" scribbled all over it, since he not-so-secretly yearns for his protégé to take his wayward daughter in hand. So Big Ed tries some reverse psychology: "I hate the guy." Even Delinda's not so easily fooled as to fall for that one.
The swizzle stick collectors have collided with Elvis impersonators. A Kid in the Hall has collided with Danny. Well, it explains the limp: Josh Duhamel is doing an exaggerated loping walk so we won't notice how he's favoring one leg. Hee! I personally think they should just have him gimp around with no explanation whatsoever. Anyway, Monty advances the paranoid theory that vice-president Loretta absconded with the swizzle stick in a naked power grab, since the sassy simp with the swellest sizzle stash automatically becomes president of the whole shebang. Danny's all, "Whatever. Doesn't that movie I'm in look a lot better than this show? That Topher Grace sure can deliver the lines, and I'm not half-bad as a Hollywood pretty boy." Or maybe I've tuned out and begun recapping my subtextual interpretations instead.