Commercials. Isn't it great when you know that "one hour of Friends!" actually means, "Yes, Coupling sucked. But now it's gone!"?

Back at the Montecito, Danny's enjoying the perks of a boss on vacation. To wit: he's sitting at the boss's desk, feet up on the desktop. Sam and Nessa slink in to wonder if Danny should really have his feet up on Big Ed's desk. Danny cockily introduces himself as "Big Danny," which is not a nickname any ex-girlfriend has felt obliged to saddle me with. Sam and Nessa both giggle accordingly, though. They're not just here to drape themselves all over Big Ed's desk; they're here to advance the plot. And here it is. A couple of "whales" from Chicago named "Mr. and Mrs. James Warner" are on their way in, fresh from having dropped $1.3 million in Sun City and $1.5 million in Monte Carlo. Danny calls them "serious players," but wants to know why they're gambling in Monaco and South Africa. Considering the amount of coin they've dropped, I think the no-duh answer to that is, "Because they can, idiot." If I could drop seven figures in a casino, I doubt I'd be doing it down at the local Golden Nugget. Sam gives some blah-blah about James Warner being an "ex-pat" coming home and he's relocating his corporate headquarters back in the States, which seems to satisfy Danny somehow. Sam says they're very low-key, and fly under the radar. Nessa says that's good advice for Danny as well. "My only concern is keeping the Montecito and her employees safe. Tell me there's something wrong with that," says Danny. "Tell me you didn't just call the casino a 'her,'" says a distressed Sam, who just moments ago was sniffing one of Big Ed's cigars. Nessa tells Ed's employee of five years just how seriously Ed takes the casino, and Danny assures her that he takes it just as seriously, and Ed has finally decided to leave Danny in charge. So Nessa and Sam decide to pretend just how sexy Danny's newfound authority makes him, with Sam cooing and Nessa running her hand up Danny's leg. Since being sexually harassed by beautiful co-workers doesn't appeal to Danny, he tells them it's time for the "big dog" to walk the floor. "'Big dog'?" says Nessa. "That's not what I heard," says Sam, and they both collapse in laughter again. Hee. Danny's cell phone rings. It's Big Ed, asking him to make sure that the security VCR heads are recalibrated, because if they're misaligned… "We get fuzzy playback, I know," says Danny. Sam and Nessa start laughing again when they figure out that it's Ed checking up on the "big dog," and skip merrily off down the stairs. "Take care of my casino, Danny," says Ed, a trace of the Sonny Corleone creeping into his voice. Danny promises to do just that, and makes a run for it when Ed asks if Danny's in his office.