Now, Drew seems to sense that Guido is up to something, because as he stands next to Bill, he says, "You better be careful, you don't want to get one of your legs broken." I'm sort of sad that they didn't show a little lead-in for that, because we've seen nothing from Drew that suggests he would have said that for no reason. Bill and Joe laugh. Yes, they LAUGH. For that matter, so do the people behind the ticket counter. It's pretty clear that nobody thinks this is threatening. (Save that thought for later.) Drew now, in a way I find totally endearing and funny, tells Bill and Joe that he and Kevin secretly know French, but they're just holding it in reserve. "We don't give away that we know French," he says. "We know it." Bill: "Well, that's good, now WE know." Bill manages to laugh at his own joke while still prominently displaying his utter lack of any genuine sense of humor whatsoever. I don't know how he does it, but he does. Drew hovers. Bill suddenly turns to Drew and says, in French, "I do the work and you benefit." Then he translates it, "Don't get so mad at me, I'm doing the work for you." As he makes this unbelievably condescending comment, which makes no sense, in that he isn't getting Drew and Kevin tickets, he pats Drew on the arm. Bill? You are totally begging this guy to beat the crap out of you. I don't condone violence from anyone, but I've known enough relatively peace-loving guys who have told me about the few times they've gotten into fights to know that what you're doing right now is considered provocation by about eighty percent of the guys you're likely to meet. So quit it.
But does Bill quit it? Heck, no. Drew, being the bigger man in more ways than one, says, "I was just kidding about the breaking the legs part." He smiles, and you know that he WAS kidding, in the sense that he won't actually break Bill's legs, but he also WASN'T kidding, in the sense that he WISHES he could break Bill's legs. And Bill? Pinches. Drew's. Cheek. If there's more of a sign for "I have no respect for you, and I'm going to tweak you because I know you're too classy to beat the shit out of me" than pinching a guy like Drew on the cheek, I don't know what it is. Fortunately for Bill, Drew smiles, but he's thinking about how it would feel to deliver Bill to the Coliseum unexpectedly early -- by catapult.
Drew and Kevin try to order tickets on the same plane the Guidos had, but they get the bad news that Bill and Joe got the last tickets. Of course they did. Luck of the Evil. We watch Bill and Joe wander through the airport -- as matching as ever -- with their luggage on a little cart. Weasels. Drew and Kev clarify the strike situation, and ponder their options -- of which, for the moment, it appears they have none. Momily approaches and asks what's up, and Shower-Fresh fills them in. Kevin is now negotiating on behalf of Momily as well as himself and Drew. As has been stated by greater minds than mine, this version of an "alliance" -- in which you don't attempt to wait for people, but you help them when you have the chance -- makes a lot more sense than what Esquire and Danza were trying to do before. You can't, after all, actually wait for people -- that's dumb, and it doesn't work. But when you're bunched, you can help each other. Anyway, Nancy is getting her Southern Mom vibe going as she laments that the Guidos seem to get the best of the other teams "every taaaaaahme. Every taaaaaahme." She is frustrated, and it's starting to show.