Jake's all alone at the counter again, when Tiffany calls his cell phone to tell him that Maddie has been sneezing, and that she's a little worried about it. Jake calmly suggests that it may be a little cold, and asks whether Tiffany has baby Tylenol. He asks if Maddie has a fever. Tiffany says no, and asks when Jake is coming home. Jake wanders into his office and tries to keep his voice patient as he reminds her that he's closing the store tonight. She asks why Kenny can't close. Jake watches through his office window as Kenny drops some girl's bun on the ground, groans audibly at his clumsiness, picks it up, and serves it to her. "Kenny's...Kenny's not ready for that," Jake says. Heh. He promises Tiffany that he'll be there soon. She says a dubious "okay," and they hang up. Eli comes into Jake's office, hovering and wringing his hands. He tells Jake that he's a little embarrassed about what happened earlier. Jake tells him not to worry about it. After all, he's got a dick; he knows what it's like. But he does warn Eli not to let it happen again: "Not here, anyway." Eli repeats that he really is sorry. Jake utters a dubious "uh huh," and is ready to drop it, but Eli's not finished: "Yeah. Not to blame it on her, or anything, but, uh, she just came on to me so intensely, you know? And, like, I couldn't think. I mean, she was just so sexy, and I was just so --" "Yeah, I get it!" Jake snaps, feeling the sudden need for a rocking chair. He suggests that they just forget about it. I shouldn't be surprised, given that it's Jake, but I can't believe Eli's going to get away with blaming it on the girl like that. What a little asshole. Jake watches the little upstart leave, and looks troubled.
Cut to Jamian brushing his sharp little teeth in Sam's bathroom. Sam comes in to check on him. "Um, is your friend going to be leaving soon?" Jamian asks. Sam reminds Jamian that Judy has a name. Jamian says he knows, and asks if she has to stay so long. Sam takes a seat on the toilet and says he thought Jamian liked Judy. Jamian says he was just faking it the other night, because he thought that's what Sam wanted.
"Didn't see that one coming. I did not," Soliloquy Sam tells us.
Sam wants to be sure he understands: Jamian really doesn't like Judy? "Not really," the kid says, emotionless. Sam asks why not. Jamian won't give him a reason, saying he just doesn't like her. He wipes his mouth on the towel and pads out. "Okay," Sam says softly. "Okay"? "Okay"? The kid says something totally mean, with no justification, about someone Sam allegedly loves, and all he can say is "okay"? What a wuss. Jamian trudges past Judy, who's drying the dishes. She calls out an eager "good night," and he barks one back at her. Sam finally emerges from the bathroom, which prompts Jamian to start whining that he doesn't want to go to bed, he wants to watch Letterman. (Nice plug, ABC.) Sam says Jamian's "had enough gamma rays for one day." Jamian whines that he's not tired, and that it's only eleven o'clock. I make a mental note to double up on the birth control from now on. Reluctantly, the kid slides under the covers, and Sam gently suggests that he try his "breathing thing." Jamian agrees, and they say good night.