Over at the Desert Dreams, the manager's knocking on Ed's door to inform Ed that he's being kicked out of his room, because the manager has a "whale" coming in, and Ed's in the whale's favourite suite. Ed's quite dumbfounded. "You have a whale?" The manager sighs. "Obviously you don't understand how this town works," he says, hilariously patronizingly. "In the gaming trade we cater to customers who gamble big money in our casinos. We call them 'whales.'" Ed's all, but you have ONE SLOT MACHINE in your lobby, so the manager patiently explains the whale is a "serious slot jockey" who'll pump quarters into it all night. Heh -- although this motel manager with his amazing improvisational acting skills is stretching the limits of credibility for me. He apologizes for turfing them out, but Jillian seems rather resigned. "Yep! This is a vacation I'll remember, for a long, long time," she says, even though she is not actually ON VACATION, and why she's hanging out with Ed while he tests Danny if she's going to bitch about it the whole time is still really beyond me. Ed thanks the motel manager for his "charm," then goes back inside the room, and dials directory assistance for the number for the King Charles Motel. "They always have rooms there," he tells Jillian, who seems strangely unconcerned about her husband's encyclopedic knowledge of short-notice room availability at Las Vegas's seedier accommodations. Instead, she just says, "December 19, 1777." He ignores her and starts inquiring about rooms, so she takes the phone from him and repeats the date. Don Zimmer begins his career with the Yankees? No -- George Washington moves his men to Valley Forge. "So what?" asks Ed. She leads him on, asking him why Washington did that. "Because he couldn't stop the British from taking Philadelphia, so he retreated to Valley Forge to regroup." Lesson? asks Jillian. Ed's all, oh, okay. We retreat and regroup so we can fight again. He says he just needs two more days, and Jillian starts making out with him again, presumably so he'll shut up. Then she stops abruptly. "And you think spending the winter in Valley Forge was cold?" and walks away. He calls that "not fair."
At the Montecito bar, Frank's ordering a triple Red Bull and vodka, like, just hook the defibrillator up now, and he tries to order one for Mike as well, but Mike declines, saying that if he goes home now he may be able to catch a few hours of sleep. Frank doesn't want him to leave, and Mike says, dude, I know I'm your good luck charm, but I'm EXHAUSTED, so Frank lays on some sob story, complete with tears, about his wife dying a couple of years ago, and he's on disability, and the bank's going to take his house. Mike apprises him coolly. "Frank, that's the worst lie I ever heard." Frank stops crying instantly. Heh. He says he's desperate, and Mike says he's done. Then the extra-special gum-cam shows Frank peeling the gum off the bottom of his shoe, as if it's even still there, and sticking it on the underside of the table, like, what are you, SIX YEARS OLD? Frank tries one last time, offering up some speech about how he knows that his run of luck isn't going to last forever, but when it ends, he doesn't want it to be at the bar. He wants to go out in a blaze of glory, or at least in a blaze of doubling-down, at the tables. Mike agrees, because he is apparently an idiot.