Cut to Ladies' Night. In a remarkably unsubtle moment, the DJ is actually playing "Ladies' Night (Oh, What a Night)." Kate's wearing a really cute red top with a dark denim jacket and an asymmetrical dark skirt with red cherries on it, and carrying a red clutch. Much like Clueless, this show makes me want to shop. Anyway, The Sunset Lounge is full of hot chicks. Kate sweeps up to the bar, and Victoria squeals that this is fun. "Plus, I've gotten twice my usual tips and an invitation to a hot tub party in the hills!"

Her requisite interaction with Victoria out of the way, Kate gets to work, kicking off our Montage of Lesbians. Lesbian One last dated a girl who didn't understand the significance of Lord of the Rings, and is still scarred by the experience. Lesbian Two is overly horny. In a nice shout-out to Darren Star, Lesbian Three looks like Miranda in the early seasons of Sex and the City, back when she dressed like a man, but, also like Miranda, Lesbian Three is not actually a lesbian. Lesbian Four is very attractive, and funny and well-spoken, and sort of talks like Rhoda Morgenstern. Kate loves her.

Soon, Kate arrives home and walks into the adorable pink kitchen that I covet with all my heart, just as I covet her wardrobe and her freelance gig. She has a message on her machine from Michael, upgrading their drinks to dinner. Kate looks dreamy and barely manages not to jump up and down with glee.

LAX. Ramon and Kate are in a parking lot, staking out Karl the Snake. Kate offers Ramon some trail mix, but he thinks it's "just wrong" to bring health food on a stakeout. He takes some anyway and chews thoughtfully as he explains that he's sure the Mercedes they're watching is Karl's: "He cosigned his loan with some chick from Newport Beach." Kate shakes her head. "Who doubtless has no idea where he is right now," she crabs. She can't believe Karl can live his life like this. "This stuff sticks to your teeth," Ramon complains of the trail mix, as Karl and some chippie head to their car.

Kate and Ramon leap out of the car, and her outfit is oh-so-wrong. It's all burgundy, which isn't the problem. The problem is that it looks like a sack. You had me with the cherry blossom shirt, Kate, but you're losing me here. She confronts Karl by complimenting his tan. He plays dumb, and she responds by serving him with a complaint for civil fraud. "The next time we see you will be in court," she snaps. Kate and Ramon share a self-satisfied "there!" look and head back to the car. Karl looks dumbfounded.