We cut to the ladies' luncheon, which is every bit as tedious and awful as Susan had expected. Rita Pierce (the wife of Bruce's boss) is finishing Bloody Mary's like she's Elizabeth I. Shortly after informing everyone that they've got to rope potential donors into this shindig, Rita exhorts everyone to give themselves a round of applause, and in doing so for herself, forgets that she's got a big glass of adulterated tomato juice in her hand. It goes all over her jacket, and as everyone rushes forth to help, Rita moans, "A brand-new suit ruined ..." Janet's inner domestic maven surges to the fore and she stands up, barking, "Nobody touch the jacket!" She trots over and commands that Rita hand over the jacket. "Do I know you?" Rita wonders in response. Janet makes hasty introductions, then dispatches a busboy to get her as much Sweet'N'Low as he can find. Janet's got some rats to give cancer, and then she'll take care of the jacket.

We cut to Janet demonstrating to all the ladies that Sweet'N'Low picks up and absorbs tomato juice stains. Since none of them actually do their own housework, Janet's work is hailed as the equivalent of splitting the atom. Rita is sousably, suitably impressed, and insists on inviting Janet to the Friday evening shindig as her guest. As you can guess, this is the culmination of Janet's fantasy life: she's gaining social stature because of her domestic-fu blackbelt.

Susan, however, wants to know more about what the Ladies' Auxiliary actually does with regards to the hospital and the poor sick children. Rita tells her it's most fundraising. "So you don't work with the children at all," Susan says. "Oh, we're not doctors, dear," Rita blithely assures her. Susan smiles tightly, but you just know Bruce is in for it when he gets home.

Which is probably why he's at a bar right now, where a woman wearing the same kelly-green jacket he's got on is hailing him. Her name is Melinda, she has some truly beautiful blonde hair, and she'd like to thank Bruce for helping her learn a lot this morning on the exchange floor. She asks him how he knew to go long with IBM when everyone else was selling short, and Bruce stammers, "Ah, research? And instinct. Your money's not always going to roll your way, but if you keep an even head, the odds are with you." Melinda then offers to buy him a drink. Over at their coworkers' table, we learn that Mareno is running a bet on who'll be the first person in the office to bag Melinda. Pure class, that guy. Bruce is a little surprised to discover he's the odds-on favorite at two-to-one. Mareno defends the piggy festivities with, "We're making a market, Bruce. It's what we do. Are you in?" We fade in on Bruce's baffled face ...