Offices. Rickman enters, explaining to Goldman that Blagman passed out before he could ask Rickman for a response, but that he called again this morning; Rickman doesn't know if this is worth it. So Goldberg (my, God is his hair huge!) does that thing Goldberg does, with the light moralizing followed by stammering followed by pithy aside, until Rickman pulls him into a doorway and says, "Look. Can I help it if my charitable instincts help me land Blagman's commissions? I mean, It's not like I'm in this, Evan, for the good time. You've seen Patty, she's like, you know, she's...she's enormous, dude. And you know, I'm not like trying to knock her or anything, but you know, I mean, she's a pig." He goes on to say that his wife will love him for it and something about how Kevin Kline in The Big Chill did the same thing, and he ends with, "I'm just going to close my eyes, I'm going to bang it out, and boom, everybody's happy." Timmy-Fell-Down-A-Well runs in with some news on a stock for Rickman; Donna also comes in with news. Rickman runs away, telling Timmy to grab him a trader and buy fifteen-thousand of Chemco at 240. Timmy tells Nicky NotKatt to do the trade. Commotion. Commotion. People are yelling numbers. Nicky tells Timmy the trade is "done." We end the section on Timmy looking all squinty and Neve-ish. Man, the writers are having a harder time finding endings to scenes than Lorne Michaels.