Fortune Casino. Oliver and Lois have followed her boobs to this place. It looks like someplace your grandma's church friends would go on Saturdays. Actually, scratch that. This place is too tame for that. Hardly anyone is drinking, no one is smoking and the floor is more brightly lit than Denny's at midday. Oliver guesses Lois would have been playing Black Jack, and Lois agrees, citing her record as "three-time champion at Fort Dix." A wave of dread comes over her. She wonders if she bet her ring. Oliver doesn't think she'd do that. A guy with Wayne Newton hair and a bolo tie comes up behind her. "I thought I told you never to come back here." Lois probably gets that a lot. Oliver says she lost her ring, but Wayne says she bet it. "She was rakin' it in, trash-talkin' the boss, so he won the ring off her." Except for the part with the ring, it sounds like a normal night out for Lois. Wayne tries to get her to leave, but Lois refuses. She thinks she only would have bet the ring if it were a sure thing. See, that's why it's called "gambling." She accuses Wayne's boss of stacking the decks. Wayne, who must be new to villainy, glances around in shame-faced silence. Lois catches sight of the boss sitting at one of the tables, wearing her ring. He's Fortune Kingsley, of beating Emil fame. Lois fumes. She pushes up her sleeves. "Here comes the bride," she says, stomping off towards her target. Oliver's like, "Aw, no," but does nothing to stop her. But before Lois can get to Fortune, one of his guards and Wayne escort her and Oliver off the floor. Meanwhile, four feathered and sequined showgirls take to the casino's tiny stage.