Having ditched both Hunt and the pair of floozies Casso assigned to attend to their every whim, Sam is downstairs skulking his way off the dance floor when a gyrating Annie calls him over. She wants to dance; he just wants to go home. And go home he would, if he didn't notice the sullen-eyed hipster standing across the dance floor wearing a Nirvana Nevermind t-shirt that's about two decades out of place. (Intentional and symbolic, I know, but man, does this ever give the producers an out for any inadvertent continuity error. "Why was someone using an iPhone in that scene? Uh... it's time travel! Yeah!") Anyhow, we hear the Machine That Goes Ping again, as Sam zooms in on the Nirvana groupie before snapping back to what currently passes for reality. "That guy," Sam sputters. "Smells like Teen Spirit." "He smells?" asks Annie, who is understandably not up on her grunge. Sam finally managers to spit out that the kid was wearing a Nirvana t-shirt. "He was probably a Buddhist," Annie says. And -- rimshot! Tip your waiters and waitresses, everyone. Then Sam sees something else that freaks him out -- Joe Namath! It's the 1973 version of Broadway Joe, sadly, and not the one trying to kiss Suzy Kolber. On his way to go gawk at Joe Namath, Sam bumps into Jim Croce. Or at least, an actor portraying Jim Croce since, you know -- dead. And it's not like they're giving zombies SAG cards these days. "Whatever you do, Jim," Sam says, "you stay away from small airplanes." Jim Croce does not look like he's incline to take that advice -- boy, he's going to feel like a jerk for dismissing Sam come September.