Commercials. The kid dragging his mom through stores to find a PC laptop reminds me of when I was that age. Boy, was I annoying.

Daily Planet, daytime. Tess, her hair more curly than usual, calls someone on the phone. She's eavesdropping on Chloe telling Punky that they have a serious problem. She hangs up immediately, though, when she gets an unexpected guest. Oliver walks into her office without knocking. He's holding a bottle of wine. He says he was told by the secretary that Tess was out. He says that if Tess was trying to insult her new business partner, she gets an A+. That is a very generous grade. I think he might be sarcastic, but with Oliver it's hard to tell because he's only sincere when he wants someone killed. Tess, who was handed the wine, says Oliver flunked getting the hint. She holds the wine out in front of her like it's the larger penis in the room. Oliver pulls out two goblets from the bar. Must be nice to be a newspaper publisher with a full bar in your office. She says she has no time for a wine tasting. Oliver sits down holding the glasses and advises her to multitask. She says that the wine bottle isn't an earnings report. Oliver says she's very perceptive, and he likes that in a woman. It's a turn-on. Oh, just fucking kill me now already. This is terrible. It's like foreplay for shitty, boring rich people who don't even know how to enjoy their good fortune. Their sex is grim, relentless, chafing. Tess stands up, stealing a glance at Oliver's crotch, and says there's nothing that doesn't turn him on about the opposite sex. So, Oliver has no taste. Good to know. Oliver smirks and acknowledges this truism with a weird little nod to himself. Yeah, I sure have had sex with some horrible women. It's a badge of honor! Oliver says there's only one woman who's ever had that effect. He doesn't name her, but Tess says, "Nice try. But I'm still busy." Oliver wants to celebrate the opening of their geothermal station. He asks if the girl who was eco-friendly and wanted to save the world as a marine biologist isn't excited about this. So excited her panties might drop right now. Tess says that thanks to the men in her life, she grew up and now only has time for "investor satisfaction" and balance sheets. Investor satisfaction sounds like the least gratifying kind. Oliver says the only sheets that used to separate them were made of silk. Ugh. This is Lotharioidiotic. Tess raises her eyebrows. She says she still wants to save the planet, there's just some people she could do without. Tess goes to stand by the door. She says again that she has things to do. Oliver starts to head for the exit. He says it's a shame because it's a '64 Soleil from his private collection. He wanted to take the afternoon off and pop the cork. Tess advises him to keep his cork in his pants. She looks like she's about to crack up. "Your loss," Oliver says. Yeah, the foreplay was so incredible, she could have expected about four or five seconds of near-pleasure followed by more lame innuendo.