He's nominated for some sort of producing award and good for him and all, but you know that any award that Jeremy is up for would be the kind handed out in a ceremony the day before the main awards ceremony. "I want to win bad, Isaac," says Jeremy. Isaac says "yes." "You know that feeling?" says Jeremy. "Well, I work in sports, so I'm trying to think if I've ever had contact with people like that," says Isaac. Heh. Jeremy compliments him on his steady stream of zingers, especially since, you know, Isaac had a stroke and everything, like Jeremy basically says, "Way to not be a vegetable, boss!" and he's asking Isaac what he thinks about preparing an acceptance speech in advance. According to Jeremy, Isaac's been nominated for these sorts of things many times and lost. "I won the Pulitzer," says Isaac, except he says it Pew-litzer instead of Pull-litzer and at any rate it has probably been replaced on his shelf by some useless snowglobe-type gift from Casey. "It's a real honour, sir," says Jeremy. "No, I meant it's one of the many objects around the room I could grab and shove..." and Jeremy hastily cuts him off before we can visualize the rest of that inspirational scene. Isaac tells him to have in mind the people he wants to thank, but nothing is ever simple with Jeremy, who starts fretting about the order in which he'd thank them. And nobody but the main cast gets mentioned. Jeremy can't decide and says, "Tell you what, let's talk about it," and sits down. Isaac, who has already sighed and rolled his eyes about eight hundred times this scene, asks Jeremy to pop his treadmill up to ten.

In the meeting room, everybody else is engaging in some sort of weird activity -- I mean, they're talking and discussing stuff, and making notes and I think it has something to do with sports, but I'm unsure exactly what they're...oh, they're working. All told, the running time for tomorrow's show is six minutes and twenty-five seconds. Elliot tries to leave because he has a date but Dana says, "Sit your ass down, Valentino." I guess because Elliot's not on the Dana Whitaker Dating Plan, it means she cracks the whip and swears at him. Nice double standard. Or maybe it's some sort of anchor privilege thing, because Dan pops his head in and Dana wonders what he's still doing there. She says it in a friendly way, unlike when I pop into the newsroom in the evening and the reporters say, "What are you doing here?" in such a way it makes me think they heard me coming and rolled the keg into the darkroom or something. Dan says he's on Isaac patrol, but he doesn't know where Isaac is or what he's doing, so Dana says, "Keep up the good work." Dana tells Dan they only have six minutes and twenty-five seconds for tomorrow's show. Dan says it's no problem, he'll "stretch it." He starts giving Kim a massage, unsolicited. Casey says he's stretched that much time into an hour before. "No, you've stretched six minutes and twenty-five seconds into seven minutes and twenty-five seconds," says Dana. "Hmmm. Certainly seemed like an hour," says Dan. Coincidentally enough, on this commercial-free tape of the episode, it has been seven minutes and twenty-five seconds -- and it certainly seems like about eight hours.