Fed up, Rebecca decides to take off. Dan escorts her to the elevator and says he can't believe she was married to Steve Sisko all those years and didn't pick up any sports knowledge. Yeah, great, Dan. Bring up past failed relationships. Women love that. Rebecca says it was only two and a half years and besides, does Dan think Neil Armstrong's wife knows much about astro-propulsion? Dan figures Neil Armstrong's wife had at least heard of the moon, when I was expecting his comeback to be along the lines of "We're not talking about rocket science here." Rebecca finally just says, "Sports isn't what I do for a living." Dan asks her what she does do. He knows she's a market analyst, but he doesn't know exactly what that is. Neither did I, and rather than going to the trouble of transposing Rebecca's explanation, you can look it up your own damn selves. But even I would know better than to accuse Rebecca of not knowing what she herself does for living, like Dan does here. Rebecca huffily declares herself "a graduate of the Wharton School," which I have no idea if it means anything or not ["it does -- it's the business school at Penn, which has probably the highest name recognition of MBA programs in the country" -- Sars], but Dan cracks up and asks her to say that again. She asks if anyone has ever tried to kill him. He says yes, but he defends himself with his "superior wit and guile." Yes, you read that right.