In any event, Bobby hasn't a clue how to break the foot's curse, but he promises to find out before this evening's presentation is done. Or something like that. As Bobby hangs up, Stupid Sammy foolishly stuffs the mangy fetish into the pocket of his jacket rather than the pocket of his jeans, because the script told him to do so. Dim Dean, completely unaware of their current predicament, flaps the lottery tickets around in the air and grins, "Dude! We're up fifteen grand!" Sam pouts.

Still pouting, Sam leads Dean into a nearby chain restaurant and mopily asks for a table. By way of response, the middle-aged manager shouts, "Congratulations!" while shoving one of those gigantic prize checks into their hands. Well, it's gigantic for Li'l Stumpy, there. The Ginormotron could probably just...you know what? You already know where I'm going with that, so let's keep this moving instead, shall we? Good. Seems Lucky Sammy's the Biggerson's Sizzlin' Grill & Bar's one millionth customer, and so is entitled to free food for one year. As balloons and glittery confetti drop from the ceiling to shower Our Intrepid Heroes, suddenly appearing waitstaff arrive to serenade them while snapping their photos. The shot they end up using features El Deano in full-on delighted glory with Sam making the most mightily pissypantsed bitchface I think we've ever seen him pull on this show. Hee.