In a really good sequence I'm glad they included because it rules, Michael tries to ho-ho-ho at George, kind of guy-to-guy, about how stupid it is for men to be pushing massages, and George sort of grumps that he doesn't understand what the big deal is, and Michael is all smirky about whether George would buy a massage from a man, and George is like, "Why not? Massages are always good!" So Michael just got smoked by George, Your Snarky Grandpa. Who, in the immortal words of Sars, kicks so much ass he needs special shoes.

We move over to Net Worth, where people are yelling on the street, and Tana is explaining that things did start slow, but she was happy when they finally got a customer. Said first customer appears to come in the form of a squatty little lady. Not sure she has a future on Sex And The City, but maybe in the Uma Thurma movie. Outside, Tara is in the middle of explaining to a very plain-looking guy who also doesn't exactly have Huge Star written all over him that this is a very special opportunity to meet this casting lady whom he otherwise would not meet. Tana says that after about 1:30, "that freaking place was pumping." Well, sure. All the actors just woke up. Bartending runs late. John explains in an interview that what they did was snag people outside and get them inside the trailer to talk to Tana, and there, they'd get hit up for the payment. Angie says in an interview that indeed, once they got going, they had a line, and everything went great. The casting lady meets with a dwarf and a guy named Radar. John adds that at some point, they realized that it wasn't just a scam on these poor actors the way they were thinking it would be -- the agent was actually giving work to people. Their rip-off turned into a rainbow! We watch as the casting lady tells someone she can put them in something next week. (It's not the dwarf or Radar, I have to tell you.) At 3:00, things shut down for the day, and Net Worth seems satisfied. Tana says she thinks they might have won, although obviously, she doesn't want to jinx it. She doesn't knock on her own head, but I wouldn't blame her.