Tom starts spinning an elaborate lie about how Miriam Abramson, the head of the American Theatre Wing, needed someone to talk about the awesomeness of the Theatre Wing and thought he and Julia were the perfect people to do it! Julia is so touched that the community is supporting them. Oh god. This is going to be a Kristen Wiig-destroying-that-giant-cookie-level disaster. Julia goes off to dry her hair while tasking Tom with revising the speech she already started.

Ana is playing Jimmy's music on her keyboard while Karen hovers over her shoulder and Jessica and Bobby lounge louchely. They exclaim about how Jimmy is the next Jonathan Larsen (shorter, though. So he'll probably be okay) and he and Kyle are writing the next Rent. Karen asks if she's crazy to stalk him and Bobby is all, get out of the way, I want him. She whines about how Jimmy called her uptight and Bobby points out that she totally is. Ana tells them to give her a break because she's so out of practice with getting hit on after three years with Dev. Karen insists she just wants to hear the rest of Jimmy's songs. Bobby suggests shagging them out of him and Ana makes up a quick little ditty about what a good girl Karen is. So no one but Ivy notices that she's an utter bitch? Just me and Ivy? Okay. This gives Karen an idea. It's about time she had one.

Ivy calls Sam, who tells her not to pull a Lisa McCann while he's on tour and she says maybe Lisa has the right idea; after all, she's happy. Sam asks what she'd even do with herself and that's when she notices Derek nearly passed out on her stoop. "Good evening," he slurs.