"First of all, I'm not your woman." Agreed, and thankfully so. "I'm Monique." And I am here to fuck you up! "And second of all -- hello?" she interrupts herself. "I'm right here, Tommy. Second of all, you need to have eye contact." Oh are we really? Your free-floating insecurity finally focused on his lack of eye contact? That's the best you can do? All of a sudden we're in a meeting with a Pit Boss, and yeah, we've settled on the eye contact thing. The bottom of the barrel starts to give way with all this constant scraping. "We're talking about communication skills here, and in my opinion, Tommy lacks them. And I'm not trying to sound insulting, okay?" Um, okay. I'm not saying he's blameless, and it would be hard to now as Tommy starts laughing hysterically and angrily and not unlike a donkey, but seriously, this part is edited so weirdly and poorly that if you assembled a crack forensics team of Vincent D'Onofrio, Kate Jackson, Marg Helgenberger, and Gillian Anderson, they would not be able to figure out what really happened here. "He never shuts up," says the Pit Boss guy. Tommy has completely lost it and is gabbling and laughing like Brad Pitt in 12 Monkeys. "It may sound offensive to Monique how I talk to her," he interviews, although I don't see how that could be true, "but I just do it all in fun. She just doesn't see the humor, and no matter what I do, she'll always have it out for me." Even though he's totally not selling his case here, I know I'm right about the situation, so I'm on his side. Back at the O.K. Corral, she's still flipping out about how his eye-contact problem hurts her feelings. Okay? Hurts her feelings? This is a casino! You're not allowed to bitch if it hurts your kneecaps! "You look away, and look up, and look around..."