Isaac is about to leave when Casey pops up and says that tomorrow night is the trade deadline, so he should stick around in case there are any eleventh-hour trades. Isaac says there won't be, and they argue about it. Then Dana tries to steal Casey's ingenious excuse for herself and says she should be the one to stay. Then Isaac goes on about how he talked to a bunch of people in the GM's office, including the GM, and they're not making the trade. I'm a little surprised that someone who's been in the business as long as Isaac wouldn't appreciate how spectacularly unforthcoming sports teams can be with the media, especially when we're talking about trades. But whatever. Dana and Casey plead their cases a bit more. Isaac says he'll see them both Friday, and leaves. Then Dana -- or maybe we should call her Projection Patty from now on -- says Casey is awfully eager to bail on his date. He denies it's even a date. She says Casey just doesn't want to see her and Gordon on a date. He scoffs and says she doesn't want to see him on a date with anyone who isn't her. The pot and the kettle bicker for a while about each other's blackness. Then the kettle says he's excited about this date. "Particularly the Hickory Dickory Dancers," he says, and the pot's annoyed at that. She says she knows his M.O., which she says will be to say something wonderful to her during the evening and she'll melt and that'll teach her for going out with Gordon instead of him. Wow. Someone has thought about this a lot. And by the time the scene ends, this date has turned into a contest as to who gives less of a crap about the other, a contest in which I completely kick ass.
The next day at the rundown meeting, Jeremy and Natalie are discussing the trade that Jeremy thought was going to happen but Natalie didn't. Natalie reminds him that she bet him five bucks it wouldn't happen, and takes an inordinate amount of time to explain the concept of betting for or against something, and it's nice to see that in Dana's absence, Natalie is just as skilled in the field of Wasting As Much Of Everyone's Time As Possible. Jeremy thankfully points out the trade deadline isn't until midnight. Natalie says she'll want a crisp bill, not "some raggedy-ass thing from the newsstand." Much as my irritation is starting to manifest itself into a giant throbbing vein just above my left eye, Natalie's use of the term "raggedy-ass" pleases me. Quick shot of Dan smiling at how cute this all is. Or maybe it was gas. Suddenly, Natalie's all business: "Bumpers in and out of ten. We'll tease Villanova for now, but that might change." Heh. She said "in and out." She asks Elliot how they're doing for time. "We need a buck fifty back," he says. Dan suggests dropping Formula One, but Natalie says it's good film and they'll bump Oksana Baiul instead. "Oksana Baiul?" says Dan. "The Ukrainian Jewel, Oksana Baiul?" Heh. Still, that's only the second-best nickname for a Ukrainian athlete. The best? The Boston Celtics' Vitaly Potapenko, a.k.a. "The Big Train from the Ukraine." The meeting's over, and Natalie asks Will, Chris, and Dave if she can count on them. I kind of wish they'd said "no," because that would have been interesting. Dave says, "Natalie's running the room," and gives her the wimpiest high-five in television history.