Evidently the goon squad is not unfamiliar with the young man. He collapses back on the bed and VOs, "Welcome to the worst day of my life."

Cue the credits. It's Elvis's "A Little Less Conversation," which is probably what I'll be humming once the voice-overs get to me. ["It's also a fairly uninspired lift from Ocean's 11." -- Sars]

And then we're back to the show, where Danny McCoy -- a.k.a. Molly Sims's funhouse ride -- is busy VO-ing, "Never sleep with the boss's daughter, especially if the boss is Big Ed Deline." Helpful note for all men: before taking a tumble with that special someone, you might want to make sure her or his father's first name isn't preceded by an adjective like "Big," "Killer," or "Brutal." As Ed makes his way downstairs (this suite is swank) to confront his Electra-fied daughter, Danny rattles off Big Ed's macho CV. Big Ed says, "Let me get to that Judas in there!" while Molly Sims says, "Daddy ..." Danny's all, "Oh, no. He's gone straight to the Biblical references." I like the idea that Big Ed has a hierarchy of literary references for his assorted stages of pique. Does he hit the Ambrose Bierce when moderately annoyed? Apparently Sun Tzu's "Art of War" is the big bad. And here we go: "Hold out baits, entice the enemy, and then crush him." Is there room for Machiavelli in here, or does that only get brought out during employee evaluations?

Big Ed charges toward the area where Danny is putting his clothes on and VO-ing, "That was a little obvious. Personally, I would have picked an obscure passage from Chapter 12: Attack by Fire." Personally, I would have picked someone other than the boss's kid to sleep with, but I'm Monday morning quarterbacking here. Before Big Ed can go all Sonny Corleone on Danny, Molly Sims steps in and intones, "If anything happens to Danny, Daddy -- I mean, anything at all, I'll kill myself." I don't think I'm giving anything away here when I say: "Go, Big Ed! Go! Go! Go! Break a bone! Ruin his pretty good looks! Everyone wins!"

Unfortunately, Big Ed crumbles in the face of this hollow threat. Oh, ha ha -- isn't it funny how a macho paragon such as Ed is putty in the hands of his womenfolk? Ed paces around and contemplates non-physical harm, and Molly pops up again like a bland but sinister puppet and warns, "And that includes firing him." Thwarted again! Big Ed will just have to settle for making Danny suffer by foregoing war literature in favor of reading James Fenimore Cooper at him until he cracks.