Jordan changes tactics, because she's officially no longer "not interested" in Danny so much as "waiting for him to convince her otherwise." She says, "You understand why I can't go out with you, don't you?" Danny, obviously, says that he does not. And rather than say that it's because of her job as his boss, or say that it's because his personality is childish and overbearing, or say that it's because he's aging and balding and she's still in the prime of her youth, Jordan instead blames it on the pregnancy. She's pregnant "with another man's baby." Danny's all, "Yeah, I don't see him around, do you?" I'm sorry, who's jealous now? Jordan asks Danny if he's looking to be a surrogate father, and before he's even able to fully deflect that question, she's on to the next one: "Is the attraction physical?" Ah, yes. We've progressed to the "tell me I'm pretty" phase of Jordan's backslide. Danny, ever the charmer, points out that Jordan's currently "the size of a minivan." Straight guys, a free tip from me to you: when addressing your lady love, the phrase "you're the size of a..." should never come out of your mouth. There's no way that sentence ends without pain. Jordan defensively says that she's a very nice-looking pregnant lady -- "glowing" even. "Yes, you are," Danny patronizes. What a prince, you guys, seriously. Jordan pitches her note over the side of the building, and it doesn't land within a country mile of our sleeping homeless person. Like he's not totally awake and ignoring the two irritating jackasses on the roof anyway.