It's nighttime, Sarah and Flora are in their beds talking. Flora says she likes the fashion idea, but Sarah does not. "I don't want a fad...a business is first and foremost a service." True, but people need clothes. "No one in our group knows about fashion." That's true -- Flora still thinks white jeans are cool. Boy, are those guys in trouble. Flora suggests they make (white!) "jeans and a tank top, you know, those bisexual jeans, whatever you call it." Um, that's UNISEX, you moron. They giggle and go to sleep. No pillowfights or anything.
Daft Punk plays as Sarah thinks about how a fashion line is a bad idea. So she calls up this guy Mark, whom she met at Dan's fancy hotel dinner party thing, and arranges an interview with him at his "favorite bar," a dive-y-looking joint called the "Irish House Bar Grill." Mark is a bald, thirty-ish looking guy who runs a food service company with another guy named Terry. Sarah accepts a job with them, and is excited to "learn how to run a business." Okay then.
Beck plays one of his funny little guitar riffs as the roomies sit around a table and assign titles to each other. Mike is the "Organizer Officer" or some such nonsense -- which is just so fucking funny to me. Can I be the "Make-Fun-Of Commander"? Thanks. Melissa says she just wants to "help in whatever's lacking." That would be the brains department; can you spare any? Thought not. She also says she's into the clothing line, it's an "our generation" thing to do. Hee hee. So Joe types up a flyer with a "call for proposals," by which I think they mean "designers needed to do all work for MTV-funded business." I can't really read the flyer, but the font is Helvetica, I think, and it has no illustration. It's like a dense document -- not punchy at all. They are so not writers. They all take turns reading it and think it's fine, and then they go out to Washington Street and duct-tape it all over everything, including trees. Dude, that is so stupid. That's like trying to hit a target by throwing a handful of salt at it. Maybe go to, oh, I don't know, stores? Where they sell, you know, clothes? That designers make? Or maybe even a fashion design school? Or trendy cafés or nightclubs? Whatever. So they tape tape tape up their stupid flyers until a pith-helmeted city cleaner tells them they're in violation of city ordinances. Sarah's response is "that's okay," and they keep going. Oy.
So, back at the homefront, Cyn gets a call from the city. They tell her it's illegal to handbill the city they way they did, and that it's a fineable offense: $18 per flyer. She says, "I'm new to the area so I had no idea." Hee hee -- it's my first day! The soon-to-be-patented tense guitar riffs play and we're out.