Up at the NBS offices, Jack is meeting with Jordan, Hallie, and a team of anonymous underlings to discuss the feasibility of All You Need Is Love, that wretchedly-titled example of all that is sucky about reality television. It's about to lose that wretched title, though, since apparently there already was a show called All You Need Is Love. Jordan is, like last week, acting like a bratty child, and tells Hallie that "it was a great idea, anyway, better luck next time." Jack, reading my mind, tells her to shut up and lets Hallie continue. Hallie pitches a story about a gang member who paralyzed a kid in a drive-by and is now out of prison and a born-again Christian, while the paralyzed kid is starting med school. Both are eager to make peace, but the paralyzed kid's grandma has vowed to kill the gang member if she ever sees him again. Jordan asks how old the grandma is -- she's eighty-seven -- and then suggests that she and the gang member "do it." You know, much as I get on Sorkin's case for presenting a deluded, bitter, and generally inaccurate portrait of the current state of reality TV, I should mention that Jordan's comment there wasn't entirely off the mark, in that the concept of degenerates having sex with a senior citizen on TV is pretty much the entire point of Flavor Of Love. Anyway, Jordan's smiling at Jack like she expects him to high-five her for this latest bon mot, but he just ignores her, as you ignore any petulant child. Jordan kicks it to Sales, representatives of which say they "love it." "What are the odds?" sighs Jordan, as she actually puts her head in her hands at the stupidity and poor taste of everybody else in the entire universe. I'm sorry you have to exist on the same plane as the rest of us, sweetie. You just lie down until we evolve to your higher state of being. Anyway, lots of logistical talk -- including a demographic study that states that "adults eighteen to thirty-four are increasingly concerned with being good and doing good," which I found hilariously weird -- and more sniping from Jordan On High, until Jack blessedly adjourns the meeting with a reminder to everyone: "Don't kid yourselves," Jordan is the final word on this.