Up in the parlor, night's fallen, and Bobby pours out a couple of shots of scotch that he and Dean'll sip on throughout the conversation that follows, and I mention them specifically because the shots of scotch are probably the most exciting elements of the scene. Yaaaawww...ooops. Forgot this bit. Just as Bobby ruminates over the nonexistent possibility that Boring Sammy won't survive the boring detox because Bobby's contractually obliged to ignore the fact that Jared Padalecki's returning for the fifth season, one of his many, many telephones rings. "Hello?" Bobby answers, and he listens to the person on the other end for all of two seconds before barking, "Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, and I'll kill ya." Heh. Bobby slams down the phone. Dean, cautiously intrigued, edges closer to Bobby's desk to wonder, "What's up with Rufus?" "He knows," Bobby darkly replies, like he's some hairy, middle-aged mash-up between Paris Hilton and Jenna Maroney, and hee! In any event, the phone promptly rings again, and this time around, Bobby actually listens to what Rufus has to say, and an expression of horror gradually creeps across his craggy face. DUN!
Meanwhile, down in The Hateful Boring Panic Room Of Demonic Boringness And Detox, Stupid Boring Sammy finally realizes he's not actually strapped to Princess Embolism's torture table, and sits up to...hurl himself into yet another hallucination! DUZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Fortunately, this one involves Colin Ford appearing before Our Intrepid Dumbass as Wee Sam, so the scene's not a total loss, but then again, given the surrounding episode, the scene's not exactly positioning itself anywhere on the same continent as a win, if you know what I mean, so whatever. Wee Sam politely confirms for the benefit of the exceptionally inattentive in the audience that Boring Sammy is indeed hallucinating before demanding, "How could you do this to me?" Stupid Sammy opens his m...awwwwwwwww! It's The Super-Special Puppy-Dog Eyes Of Guilt-Stricken Pleading And Doom! And while they appear to have no effect whatsoever on Wee Sam, they're turning yours truly into a puddle of goo right here on the sofa, so perhaps I should fast-forward through this little bit to get to the heart of Wee Sam's argument, such as it is. "Please do! Your unexpected sympathy for the tiresome lad is making me nervous! [Slurp!]" As you wish, Raoul. So, Wee Sam's central point seems to be that Stupid Sammy promised them both a life of luxurious normalcy, and as we all know, Stupid Sammy's failed spectacularly on that point, so next!