Chris Albrecht: For the record, the only reason I even bought this piece of crap is that he told me the guy from Barcelona would be in it.
Aaron: Ooh, good flick.
Chris Albrecht: I'll say.
Aaron: So Binder doesn't have dirty pictures of you?
Chris Albrecht: Hey! There's nothing dirty about sheep. It's a perfectly natural biological response to long periods of isolation, and even if it weren't, I still don't know what you're talking about.
Aaron: Dude. Relax. I'm just glad you didn't say Ewoks.
Incidentally, there'll be no witty meta-reference to whatever plays over the "Written by: Mike Binder" credit this week. That's mainly because Mike Binder didn't write this week's episode. I don't really have anything else to add to that statement, but since the mere fact of it alone is the best thing to ever happen to this series, I felt it deserved it's own paragraph. Moving on.
At the office, Jake arrives, and is told by his secretary that "she's waiting for [him]." Jake, much like everyone else, assumes she's talking about Eileen, so he's shocked to find the Computer Conslutant sitting behind his desk. He quickly tries to shuffle her out the door, and so of course Eileen is waiting for them just outside. The ladies exchange bitter looks, and the secretary chimes in once more, adding, "Your wife is on line two." "You must think I'm a fucking idiot," snarks Eileen as she stomps away, leaving a hangdog looking Jake to stand alone in his office doorway. In the interests of giving credit in the only place where credit has ever been due, this scene made me giggle slightly the first time through. I suppose that could have something to do with the extra-strength allergy medicine I took just before airtime, but I'll give them the benefit of the doubt.