And as everything audibly goes to hell on Rufus's end of the line, Bobby heaves a tremendously weary sigh, steels himself for the utter bullshit he's about to receive from Dean, and switches back over. Dean, pissypantsed bitch that he is this evening, immediately lights into Bobby for putting him on hold when he has Matters Of Great Wangsty Import to discuss, and Beleaguered Bobby finally -- finally -- snaps. He yells at Dean to get that moping monster of a brother of his on the phone, and when Sam finally joins the call, Bobby brilliantly and beautifully lets the two self-centered, self-absorbed, self-obsessed twits have it, correctly noting that they're horrifically selfish little dicksmacks who think the entire world revolves around them, and upbraiding them for treating him like their personal slave when he's got troubles of his own. It is a tirade long overdue, and it is a joy to behold, and it earns this episode a solid A+. So there.
The next morning, Bobby meets up with Sheriff Jody for an apparently prearranged rendezvous somewhere both scenic and aquatic, and after they exchange a few pleasantries, Bobby again chokes down his considerable pride to ask for her assistance. Rufus, as we might have guessed from the tail end of his last phone call, got tossed into a Massachusetts jail, and Bobby needs Sheriff Jody to have him extradited to South Dakota. Sheriff Jody splutters a bit at the sheer lunacy of Bobby's request, but after she realizes how serious he is about it all, she regretfully tells him, "I like you, Bobby, but this could nuke my career." Bobby makes mention of the many ways he's helped the town in the past, but Sheriff Jody just shakes her head and drives off.