This scene is punctuated by a shot of Neil screaming into a microphone while wearing makeup that seems to be left over from a Wellesley, Massachusetts community production of The Mikado. Neil delivers a voice-over expressing, one more time, how he'd really like to make money from his music but still not sell out, as more images from his dreadful concerts are shown. Back at the pub, Neil wonders how he could have enough money to sit around all day and "make noise." It's called the Welfare State, Neil. Look into it. So Mike relates this to his own personal quest to find a racing sponsor. "All I want to do is drive Indy," says Mike, longing to bag those pesky qualifying races. Great attitude, Mike. I think from now on, I'm only dating porn stars. Then Mike gives an interview where he speaks a little more, uh, realistically about the path to Indy, and how many other little races he needs to do win in order to qualify even for an "Indy Light." His hair? It's like a Long Island lawn sculpture.
Mike asks Neil which of the seven housemates will "make it." Neil -- whose own hair is sagging, making his head look like a wilted daisy -- points the corners of his mouth really really far down his chin as if to say, "Who knows?" But it's freaky. It's further down than you'd think a human being could even point the corners of his mouth. Seriously, it's a facial contortion not seen since the days of Red Skelton.