Jeremy puts on a glad face and explains that he doesn't know anything about hunting, that he's never hunted. "I have a deli on the corner and they deliver 24 hours, so..." but Natalie walks in with this week's array of high-tech gadgets to help Jeremy on his mission: briefing material. She tells him tomorrow he'll take a van up to the Adirondacks with his crew. They'll be meeting a professional guide and a Cincinnati Red celebrity guest star. Wednesday they're going after New England blue mallard, Thursday they're going after deer. Natalie says, "Deer get very big in the Adirondacks, so please be careful." Aw! She's so sweet! Friday he comes back and puts his segments together. Jeremy asks Isaac if he's being punished for guessing the play correctly during the football game. Isaac says he'll do fine, and leaves. Dana says, "Knock our socks off," and leaves. Natalie says, "I can't wait to see how good you are in the bush," and leaves. Nah, she doesn't. Jeremy seems a little concerned that Isaac talked to his old boss, but Natalie doesn't ask him why or anything. Then she hands him a bag and says she brought him some snacks for the ride up -- Twinkies and candy and sundry. Okay, dammit, I really wish Natalie would quit endearing herself to me and go back to pissing me off. Jeremy thanks her and doesn't hear me yelling, "Dude, you are so in there!" She tells him not to be so nervous. "You're getting the call!" she squeals, and skips out. "I still don't know what that means," he calls after her.
Cut to Dan, sitting and reading something in the studio. Natalie walks by. "What are you doing?" says Natalie, perturbed. She wants to know why he isn't getting changed into his tuxedo. "Today is Thursday!" realizes Dan, standing up. He's about to change when Natalie explains there are two cars downstairs and she wants him to ride with Isaac. Any guesses why? "I ride with Isaac, and Casey and Dana fall in love," says Danny. "Right!" says Natalie. "Wow, is that a stupid plan," says Danny.
"Ow!" says Casey, as Kim dresses him. "Well, hold still!" says Kim. "You're stabbing me in the chest," says Casey. Dan, doing up his cufflinks himself, strolls in and says he's been thinking about soccer a lot lately. "And?" says Casey. "Pretty much through with that," says Danny. This whole bit is apropos of nothing, but at least I get to use the word "apropos." Danny says he can't name five teams in the MLS other than Luxembourg. "The MLS is an American soccer league," says Casey. "Luxembourg doesn't play in this league?" says Danny. Then Casey says "ow" again and Kim says, "This is what you get for being a grown man who can't dress himself." Memo to Kim: we can dress ourselves. We just like it better when women do it -- and don't pretend you don't get any satisfaction out of thinking we'd be completely lost if you weren't there to pass a lint brush over us, either. Anyway, Casey says, "I used to have a wife for that." And how sad is it that even the laugh track was silent on that one. Danny is still harping on soccer, calling it a "mind-numbing bore" and saying that "any reasonable person would rather be playing it than watching it." Isn't that true of any sport? Casey sarcastically says it can't match the "pulse-pounding excitement" of a good sailboat race, which is a good point.