And sure enough, here's Kate, staring at the PDA sitting on her desk the next day. Fox Daddy pokes his head in her office to tell her that he's joining them on the Baxter case. Kate wants to know why, since it's under control. Jerrold says the new opposing counsel is a "snake," a "take-no-prisoners son of a bitch" and "one of the best trial lawyers in the business." And, almost as an afterthought, he adds that it's also one of his ex-girlfriends. Kate rolls her eyes, but really, you'd think, the way they characterize Jerrold, that Kate should have known what the odds of that actually were. She follows him out of her office and says it's fine, as long as he tells her "it's not that Sandy woman from when [she] was twelve." "It's that Sandy woman from when you were twelve," confirms Jerrold. D'oh! "Daaaad!" whines Kate, which Jerrold says is just what it sounded like when she was twelve. "It was my first serious relationship after your mother and you made it impossible for me!" he says. Um, did he just blame a twelve-year-old for a failed relationship? Kate counters with, "You couldn't even see straight, you were so gaga, but even at twelve I could recognize evil." Heh. When I was twelve, evil was Rick Astley, since the girl I had a crush on loved him. Him and River Phoenix. A Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon, my ass. Kate says Sandy never let her speak, was always interrupting her, and was completely condescending.
As they walk and talk, they walk right into the meeting room where Sandy is, and she's played Michele Lee, who's kind of going for a "Joan Jett at sixty" look. Kate says hi, but Sandy completely freezes her out to say hello to Jerrold. "You're carrying the extra weight well," she says. Jerrold says she looks exactly the same (which I HOPE isn't true). "My compliments to your surgeon," he says. Oh, we're in for some witty ripostes now! "So much for introductions. I'd like to start off --" begins Kate, but she's interrupted again by Sandy, who wants to cut to the chase, saying all Ms. Baxter is entitled to is fifty percent of her husband's unemployment compensation, but he's going to throw in the house as a gesture of goodwill. "We want five million in cash, fifty percent of residual income, and you can keep the house. Hi, I'm Kate Fox. Maybe you remember me." "'Course I remember you, dear. I just didn't realize it was Bring Your Daughter To Work Day." Hee! Sandy tells Kate to rethink the offer, since Mr. Baxter didn't write the program until after the couple split up, so Ms. Baxter ain't entitled to squat. The little Ms. Baxter finally speaks up, saying that all he did while they were married was work on the program. And there's Mr. Baxter, who looks exactly like a really young David Letterman (only instead of funny, he's really cranky. Well, more so), spitting out that it wasn't until he left her that he was able to write anything. After Jerrold calms everybody down, Sandy says, "I'll see you in court," and they stomp out of there. Nick, who's been rather entertained by the whole display, says, "I want to be her when I grow up." Then he says they should take the offer. Jerrold's pissed, though, so he says they're going to subpoena every computer this guy has used since he was in Grade 4, so they can find out exactly when he wrote the program. Then he relaxes a little bit. "'Bring Your Daughter To Work Day.' That was good." Kate glares at him. But it was! It really, really was.