Back from commercial, the gang is seated around a where-did-this-come-from-all-of-a-sudden green felt table, and Danny is still talking about when he was in the zone as he instructs Casey: "Tell them about the time I was in the zone." Casey, bored: "There was this time he was in the zone." Not a man to mince words, this Casey. Going around the table, the gang tosses in their chips. Dana, smoking a cigar, yells, "Shoe money tonight!" again, annoying me and Isaac. Natalie, eyeing Jeremy, raises the bet $10. Jeremy asks her if she doesn't owe him enough money already. She brings up "the boys of Sigma Kappa Pi" again. Jeremy says, "Natalie, you owe me, like, $700,000. I'm basically your landlord at this point. Stop playing!" "Jealous of the frat boys?" she say. "There are times you're not that easy to love," he says. Jeremy, my brother, it sounds like it's actually quite the opposite.

In a shot from just beyond the shoulders of Dan and Casey, Sally comes in. "How're my guys?" she asks. Her guys look fine, if you ask me. Oh, she means Dan and Casey. She starts talking about what a great show they have lined up, like suddenly she's hosting Saturday Night Live. When she starts talking about what a great job she could do with the 11 PM show, Dana gets up and hustles her out of there, as Sally tries to backpedal by saying, "I guess there's only one Dana Whitaker, though." Not a day goes by I don't praise the Lord for that, I tell you.

The poker players show their hands. Natalie says she has "trip sevens" and starts to collect the pot, somehow forgetting the rule of television poker games, which is that the second-last person to show their cards always has a pretty good hand and starts to collect the pot, but the last person to show cards (in this case, Jeremy) always has a better hand (in this case, a straight) and wins. Natalie says that of all her boyfriends (and she even calls it a "lengthy roster"), Jeremy is her least favourite. Jeremy, get tested now. "I'm just happy to be on the team," smirks Jeremy, which I thought was pretty funny.

In the newsroom, Dana is digging through papers and mumbling something about the rundown. She turns around and is eye-level with Sally's breasts. This is because Sally is approximately two feet taller than Dana. Sally says she doesn't want to get into a "little thing" with Dana. Neither does Dana. "I'm just saying the 2 AM is my show," says Sally, and evil as she is, I have to side with her on this one. Anyway, Dana points to a couple of segments that Casey won't want to do in a particular order. Sally sits on a desk, and she is still taller than Dana. Anyway, Dana tries to pretend her meddling is due solely to the years she's worked with Casey and doesn't have anything to do with jealousy. She says Casey will want to approve the rundown. Sally says he already did, and said it was fine (although he didn't really look at it, just said he had faith in the producer). "You've got a little thing for Casey, don't you?" says Sally. Dana denies it, but Sally says he's cute and probably has good contacts, so she's thinking of taking a run at him herself. Then she collects herself and starts going on about how her friendship with Dana is the most important thing. Her who in the what now? Sally gets up from the desk, and because Dana is currently leaning against the desk, Sally looks approximately twice her size. Dana sort of blows her off, but Sally doesn't really seem to notice and suggests having drinks. Not sure what happened there.