Derek and Tom get calls from Eileen summoning them and Julia, who Tom says is meeting with her realtor, to the Plaza for the gala. "Tom, tell Julia it's cocktail attire," Eileen says coolly and she's so classy for not specifying, "So she better not show up looking like the misbegotten spawn of Stevie Nicks and a week-old slush pile." Tom pulls up the blinds, revealing that Julia is huddled under the duvet on the pullout sofa, all tangled hair and puffy eyes. Tom, you are such a hero.
Julia is refusing to get off Tom's sofa, but he says some fresh air will do her good. She protests that she's already gotten some air today -- she met Dull Leo in Riverside Park. In her pajamas. Tom is ready to call the Bombshell hair and makeup department and some Teamsters to physically haul her out of bed and try to make her look less like a wet dishrag, but Julia protests that Shrek has told everyone in their families about her infidelity, so every time she checks her email there's someone else calling her a whore, and she can't bear going out in public where more people will be judging her. Tom's like, time for work, sack up. He says none of her family will be there tonight, but she says industry people are even worse. Eh, I'm sure they've seen juicier scandals. There isn't even a secret baby or a mistress thrown down an elevator shaft or anyone getting a whole tub of Ben Nye stage blood hurled in their face.
Julia begs Tom, as her friend, for the night off. He says he'll tell Eileen she's sick and be there for the both of them. She promises she'll get up and wash her face soon. Oy. There is a thin line between best friend and enabler of sloth, Tom. Just hide all the wine and she'll emerge soon enough.
Karen meets with Kyle in Times Square (why is it always Times Square? We believe you're shooting in New York show, without you pretending that people other than the homeless willingly sit at those grubby, pigeon shit-covered tables and breathe taxi exhaust while they eat their lunches) and he hands her a bunch of menus from the bar covered in scribbled lyrics. She's all, why is this not perfect and professionally bound and deserving of my rarefied and discriminating attention?
Kyle says Jimmy doesn't really write things down except when he's drunk, but the lyrics on the cocktail menu are amazing. He says most of the songs are written and there really is a musical, he swears. Karen asks if Jimmy knows he's meeting with her and then launches into the Epic Tale of Poor Karen's Day, first with an audition for a Clearasil commercial and then with her invitation to sing at the gala getting canceled, so she's not really in the mood to listen to anyone else. Kyle begs her to get someone to play their songs for her (although it didn't look like there were any actual notes on those pages), and if she likes what she hears, to come to their place tonight and maybe Jimmy will play her something.