Cut to Jake's office, where Mickey is seeking advice on the secretarial sex situation. Jake looks up from reviewing the press kit to "the new Janeane Garofalo movie" long enough to suggest that Mickey do precisely what he himself has done with his own secretary. Namely, "fuck the shit out of her." Once the affair is over, they'll settle down and be friends, and it won't be a problem anymore. "You can't fire her," announces Jake. "That's not cool. Do the right thing and fuck the shit out of her." Given the obvious Woody Allen influences at work here, I'm surprised they didn't toss in a second shout-out to Woody's equally overbearing New York colleague, and add a She's Gotta Have It joke. The "naughty" end of the spectrum thus explicated, Mickey moves on the "nice" side of the equation and asks Doug for advice as well. Before he can even answer, however, we see that Doug's secretary is a frumpy old woman in orthopedic shoes. "Never mind," says Mickey.
So now I'm wondering when Mickey finds time to write all these socio-political diatribes, because we've never actually seen him in front of a typewriter. He's now being hauled into Memmet's office, only to be told he can't fire someone just because he's a "walking boner." At least I know I wasn't the only one flashing on Memmet talking about "skin jobs" in this scene. The kids over in Six Degrees From Six Feet Under probably spotted the Blade Runner connection from a mile away. Memmet makes Mickey make up with Missy by hiring her back, and as I frantically call Gateway to order a replacement "M" key for my keyboard, the Sassy Black Personnel Lady waggles her tongue in a sassily obscene anner. emmet also entions that Doug won't be getting that colun ickey entioned. You know, just in case that particular plotline actually atters to anyone but e.
Back in his own office, Mickey tries to justify his actions to Missy by saying that "[His] mind just gets filled with a lot of really weird shit." I'll say. I'll also have to write a bunch of essays about it. You'll forgive me if the prospect doesn't fill me joy. She quickly agrees to come back, apparently having decided against pursuing the ironclad multi-million-dollar sexual harassment lawsuit that would have allowed her to live in the lap of luxury for rest of her life. Presumably, we're to assume it's Mickey's lap she'd prefer to be living on.