The Conference Room Where They Pretend To Divorce Pain. Jimmy "Big Trouble In Little Lottery" Berluti wants to make the proceedings amicable. Mrs. Bookie takes offense. The ex-couple bickers. Mrs. Bookie's lawyer says things are simple: the ticket was purchased before the divorce, the money was won before the divorce, and the lottery winnings are marital property. Except if the ticket was bought with segregated funds. Mrs. Bookie's lawyer wants to know if Mr. Bookie kept any kind of financial records indicating that it was, in fact, segregated. He claims he kept it "in cash." Mrs. Bookie claims her husband doesn't even lie well. Jimmy: "Anger isn't going to help us here." Mrs. Bookie: "Anger is all he left me with. He divorced me because he won the lottery." Ah, Spanky screams, that's not true, the marriage was dead, they were no longer intimate and they didn't communicate. More bickering. More name-calling. Then Mrs. Bookie orders her lawyer to play the tape. He doesn't think it's a good idea. Jimmy says, "What tape?" The lawyer explains that it shows events from July 14, just before Spanky won the lottery. Jimmy: "What is this?" The lawyer says it pretty much speaks for itself. He puts the tape in the VCR in the corner of the office. Mrs. Bookie snarks, "Don't you think I kept records of certain things, Sid?" Wow, sounds like they had a lovely marriage. Many faces look aghast as the tape actually plays. The lawyer does a bit of a running commentary: "This would be your client here, with the female undergarments, and that would be my client there with the apparatus, my client is on top of your client --" Jimmy screams for him to turn it off, as it would seem that Spanky's sexual practices are somewhat embarrassing to the Lump. "First of all, it isn't relevant." Well, nope, you are wrong there, Jimmy -- especially because the Spanky claimed the two of them weren't having sex any longer. Damn, looks like Spanky's spankiness has carried on over to The Practice from Teaching Mrs. Tingle. Looks like Spanky just can't stop, well, spanking things other than the monkey. Seems the marriage wasn't necessarily dead, and this tape proves conjugal intimacy. Now, Mrs. Bookie wants seventy, and she'll give her husband thirty. Then she barks, "Just bend over and take it, Sid. You never minded before." Damn, poor Spanky. He just sits there, stews, and doesn't say anything. He looks like he's going to kill his wife, which is the usual course of action on this show when you a) don't like something about your wife, b) don't like something your wife is going to do, and/or c) want to get around actually dealing with your wife.