Jack goes to tell Ally that Adebisi story is a dead end and she won't be getting the Pulitzer. Lisa's all about the story and gets pissed. He's firm and stands his ground with, "Leo Glynn isn't perfect, but he's not incompetent." She still wants to expose him for the fuck-up she believes him to be. He just tells her to rest up. Big day tomorrow. She yells after him that letting the story go is a huge mistake. He acknowledges this. Actually, he flem flahs about newsmen having a heart blah blah beautiful-moment-in-men's-room-cakes.
Hill. Journalists, supposed to be impartial, yadda yadda, Walter Cronkite, he had him a poker face. That old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be.
Kitchen. White annoyingly sing-songs to Ryan how grateful he is about getting hooked up with the cafeteria job. Ryan says, "No problem! C'mere, pssst! I got a little somethin' somethin' for ya." Lured by promise of pretty bunnies, White takes the joint Ryan offers and smokes it RIGHT IN PLAIN SIGHT! Jeez! Is anyone guarding this place? ["I get the impression that the kitchen is practically untouchable unless a fight breaks out. Don't ask me why." -- Sars] Ryan cuts to the chase by mentioning oh-so-nonchalantly that Omar is the one who will be spending the night in the pod with Jack. White inhales and does the talk-whilst-in-mid-inhale. It's okay, though, because I do speak Pot. He says he's gonna be famous like ah ah Bart Simpson. And he seems pleased with himself. That's all I could make out. Ryan says he hopes Jack doesn't disrespect him, since Ryan heard he (Jack) called Omar a faggot. This is the ultimate insult to White, who objects that he ain't no MF'in faggot! Ryan calms him: "I know, I know, but they do this on TV for ratings." Ryan continues to enrage Omar until Pancamo breaks up the fun by telling Ryan the eggs won't fry themselves. Ryan leaves Omar with one last thought: "If I were you, tonight, when I was alone with that cocksucker, I'd teach him a thing or two."