Classy violins play as a camera pans across a row of cars. A jaguar, a Bentley (?) (with, hee, personalized plates that say "The Krip"), a Corvette, and...the beat-up Metallicar. We cut inside, where it appears that the boys are crashing some sort of estate sale or art auction. Everybody else in the room is in three-piece suits and Barbara Bush specials, but the boys are rocking their same outfits from the night before. Walk of shame much? They obviously stand out, so one of the Three Piece Monkeys goes over to check them out. Dean has about ten mini quiches shoved in his mouth. And if that isn't an incredibly perceptive shout-out to my behavior at every cocktail party I've ever been at, I don't know what is. Dean rudely asks the Suit Police for some champagne, but Sam quickly introduces himself as Sam Conners, an art dealer. Daniel Blake, the owner of the auction house, isn't buying it and tells them that he doesn't think they are on the guest list. Dean mumbles through a mouthful of egg, "We're there, chuckles," and then gets excited when the champagne tray floats by. He grabs a glass, waves it under his nose for its bouquet (given the quiche content of his mouth, I'm thinking this particular vintage is: eggy with an under-note of spinach), and then turns with Sam to get back to the sale. We get a cute shot of Sam looking kind of pleased at his brother's antics.

The brothers locate the items from the Telesca house, immediately gravitating to the painting, which rests just below a wrought spiral staircase. As they stare, gape-mouthed, a voice asks, "A fine example of American primitive, wouldn't you say?" The voice belongs to a very pretty woman, dressed in a black cocktail dress. Requisite shot of Dean doing Wile E. Coyote bug eyes about her prettiness. Sam responds (rather nonsensically, as the art historians in the forum have noted), "I'd say, more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses." Cram it, Clement Greenberg. The girl is charmed, though, and Sam realizes she was just testing him on whether he'd take the "American primitive" bait. She apologizes and introduces herself as Sarah Blake. Sam returns the introduction, Dean continues with the mini quiche glomming. I'm beginning to think that maybe his encounter last night was a little less successful than he'd like us to believe, what with all this quiche compensation.