Enough of this fun -- Denise Watkins and her legs are here to see to that. She berates Militant Cutty for kidnapping police officers, which tends to anger the law enforcement community. Militant Cutty protests that they were gonna release Sam and Fletcher "more or less." Well, put the emphasis on the "more," buddy, and release them now. "He would like to meet them," Denise adds, extremely pointedly. Who's this he, Sam wants to know, and where exactly are they going? Answer the second question first! They're going down the hall, Denise explains, "And he... is funky." Oh, that he.
You know, Sam and Fletcher may be surrounded by armed and determined men, and they're currently being led to meet God knows who, but as far as Sam is concerned, this is the perfect time for Fletcher to fulfill his destiny and make a play for Denise. From the look on Fletcher's face, he thinks Sam's idea is as dumb as I do. But great legs require no reason, apparently, because when Sam shoves Fletcher forward, he does his best to close the deal. "What do you want, little man?" an unimpressed Denise demands. "Clams," Fletcher stammers. Specifically, there's a very nice clam restaurant and maybe the two of them could go enjoy some fine clams together. "You're asking me out?" a disbelieving Denise exclaims. "Now?" When you put it like that, the timing does seem poor, doesn't it? Denise dismisses him as "one brother with an inappropriate sense of smooth." You know, I've been shot down in many ways, but that rejection seems particularly painful. The armed men looming nearby probably don't help ease the pain of rejection, either.
Fletcher's humiliation now taken care of, we can get on with meeting that ever mysterious He, who, introduced by Denise with the flourish of a game show hostess, turns out to be the ubiquitous Brother Love Butter. He also turns out to be a she. Or as Fletcher so pithily observes, "Brother's a sister?" Indeed. This will, no doubt, come as a disappointment to the New York Post's Adam Buckman, who wrote in his preview of this episode that Whoopi Goldberg would be playing a man. Ah well, Adam, cheer up. You write for the Post after all, so it's not like anyone expects you to be accurate.