Natalie scurries up and says, "Wait 'til you see Dana! She looks amazing!" But before we do, Danny challenges the newsroom to name five MLS teams. And the gang rattles them all off, and I knew a few of them, but every single one of them are those annoying collective names that are so popular these days, like the "Liberty" and the "Mutiny," et cetera, a trend which has I hope reached its apex with the XFL's ridiculously named L.A. Extreme, like now we have teams choosing names that are adjectives, for crying out loud, and cheesy meaningless marketing adjectives at that. Anyway, this roll call of soccer teams draws applause from the laugh track for some reason, like it always bugs me when sitcom audiences (and don't anybody e-mail to bitch me out for calling Sports Night a sitcom, I'm just saying for the purposes of argument here) applaud some scripted bit on a television show as if the actor is the character. And let's take this further and pretend Sports Night is a documentary, not a television show -- what we have here is six people WHO WORK IN SPORTS who between them were able to name eleven professional sporting teams, so if someone would explain to me why this is applause-worthy, I'd be most appreciative.
Anyway, after this filler dialogue ends, Natalie says, "The cars are waiting downstairs," and I guess the cars waiting upstairs would have been a neat trick, and then Natalie pointedly says to Dan, "Right? Dan? The cars?" like please be a little more obvious, please, Natalie. Dan goes into his and Casey's office and tries to be as subtle as he can about it and says, "I can ride with Isaac if you like," and Casey is a little taken aback and wants to know what difference it makes and Dan says, "So you can ride with Dana," and then we get this lengthy exchange along the lines of "Why would I want to ride with Dana?" and "Why wouldn't you want to ride with Dana?" and stuff until finally Dan, channeling me, says, "I gotta tell you, at this point the length of this conversation is way out of proportion to my interest in it." So they leave it at that. Or try to, anyway, except Casey has to start bitching about what a long day he's had, and he's not in the mood to go to a party or notice Dana's dress and all that. "I'm not in the mood to notice anything tonight," he says, and stomps out into the newsroom, where he passes an hourglass in a black Richard Tyler dress shimmying beside him. The hourglass smiles and says, "Forgot my purse," and Casey falls down all Jack Tripper. Danny, coming up behind, calmly says, "On your feet, partner. Let's go."