The next morning, Ted, Emmett, and Mike sit at the counter at the Liberty Diner. Wait, they all live close enough to get breakfast there before they go to work? They all get up early enough to get breakfast there before they go to work? Really? Emmett, in particular, does not strike me as an early riser. Mike looks like hell, by the way. Debbie frowns, "Well, that's what you get for sucking and fucking until all hours, huh? On a school night." Mike groans that he's not in school. Debbie snaps that maybe he should be: "You've got a lot of learning to do." Now, there's a storyline for you. Think of all the naked gay boys Mike could meet on campus. No? Probably not, huh? At any rate, Mike wants to order; Mike does not want a lecture. Debbie says he's getting the lecture anyway: "And on an empty stomach, so maybe you'll digest it. Get over [the Demon]. Get a job. Get on with your life." She seems to have gotten over the breakup fairly well, given her hearty encouragement of the whole thing. Emmett later agrees that Mike needs to get a job. Sense of self-worth aside, Emmett needs his half of the rent. Mike doesn't know where to start. Ted says he could always go back to the Big Q. Emmett scoffs that Mike doesn't want to go back to the Big Q: "He needs to try something new, something daring. Something fabulous." Ted snaps, "Fuck fabulous. He needs something steady, something practical. Something secure." Emmett sneers, "Like being an accountant?" Ted says Mike should be so lucky: "I go to sleep every night knowing that thirty-one years from now, when I retire from Wertshafter and Company, I can move down to Boca and live like a king." Emmett drawls, "Or queen." Debbie comes back and quips, "So, what would you like on your toast, Your Majesty? Strawberry jam or caviar?" Sigh.