Judy decides that the coast is clear, and comes out of the bathroom with a bright "Hey, guys!" Sam pretends she just got there. Jamian looks disappointed and reluctantly says hi. Janine comes barging through the door without knocking, rummaging through her purse for the phone number at her sister's. Judy, stricken, just stares. Janine lifts her head and freezes when she sees Judy. She shoots a wounded look in the general direction of her ex and their kid. Jamian looks sad, while Sam looks guilty and uncomfortable. Sam finally strides over to take the phone number out of Janine's hand. Jamian casts worried looks between Janine and Judy. Judy just stands there with her mouth hanging open. Janine stares at Judy, trying hard not to cry. Sam intones the introductions, and Judy forces herself to murmur, "Nice to meet you." Janine whispers, "Nice to meet you. Uh, I guess I should be going." She stumbles her way to the door, stammering that she'll call Sam, and covering her mouth to keep from sobbing. Do you care? Yeah, me neither. She should keep running all the way back to the Friends set and her other annoying ex-husband. Sam and Judy stare at one another across the tension. Jamian makes a point of throwing himself onto his bed and facing the wall. Judy wonders what the hell she's doing there. Me too, Judy. Me. too.

Yay! Commercial break. Time for a pot or two of coffee.

Jake strides into the coffee bar, stopping short and doing a double take. "Kenny?" he asks incredulously, confronting some doofus in a backwards baseball cap who's reading the paper at the counter. Kenny goombahs that the Sumatran coffee is really good. That's nice, Kenny, but what Jake wants to know is, where's Brrreasta? Kenny says she's on break. "Well, how about you?" Jake asks hopelessly. Kenny informs him that his break doesn't start for another fifteen minutes. Wah wah. Jake rolls his long-suffering eyes and heads for his office.

Jake starts rifling through a pile of papers on his desk, but is distracted by -- and this is how my closed captioning describes it -- "smooching." There's a muffled giggle just as Jake throws open the door to his closet. Eli and Brrreasta freeze, mid-dry-hump, and chuckle self-consciously. Jake stares, his disappointment palpable. He's stunned that Eli's the one Brrreasta chose to grope in the closet, and not Jake. Jake recovers quickly, though, and informs her matter-of-factly that she still has to fill out her W-4. Brrreasta slides down off his filing cabinet, saying she'll do it right now, and then hustles out of there. Jake just stares at Eli, watching his life flash before his eyes. Sheepishly, Eli smoothes his pants and mutters, "Guess my break is over." Uh-huh. Pluckety-pluck go those damn guitars.