Dana barges into Sam’s office to lambaste him for being such a, uh, um -- for being such a -- hmmm. I guess for being such a person unfamiliar with Taming Of The Shrew. So she stomps on in and rudely puts her feet up on the desk and starts recounting the wedding scene in which the men bet whose wife will come the quickest when summoned. She calls it a beautiful scene and then starts misquoting it, "‘such small payment’" blah blah, and Sam interrupts and says, "‘Too little payment, for so great a debt.’" Dana, wounded (but maybe a little turned on too, I bet), says, "I thought you said you didn’t know the reference." Sam says, "I just needed you to get your ass in here." Ha ha! Dana says, "I’m looking for ways to kill you, you know." Just do him, already, Dana. Sam says, "Dana, I have been through alcohol, marriage, and network television. If you wanna kill me, you’re gonna need Kryptonite." Ho-kay, Sam. Sam tells her that they can stop the interview tactics, since the cologne people want editorial approval, which rightfully outrages Dana. "In a million years, would Fox or ESPN give editorial approval?" Sam says, "No," and it hits Dana square across the jaw why CSC was offered the exclusive interview. They decide to talk to Isaac. Dana accusingly says, "You don’t care, do you? Ratings are ratings, no matter how bogus the ill-gotten gains." Sam says, "I don’t believe I said that, Dana." He walks past her and says, "By the way. Met a girl named Suzie today [heh]. It sounds like she’s the preferred vacation spot for all the men you date." Dana, struggling to keep composed, says, "Sally." Sam smiles, says, "Okay," and walks out. If I could somehow have William H. Macy’s children, I probably would consider it. ["I’d buy a ticket to that." -- Sars]