Trading room. Nicky NotKatt reads info on art from the web to TES. Poor boy from the streets that he is, he whines that he'll never be able to convince the art-class-teaching Jennie Garth that he knows about art. TES tells him to simply remember a few "buzzwords," and that he aced three years of art history and probably couldn't name a single painting. My Vietnamese masseuse down on Hollywood Blvd. can name at least a few paintings, and she's blind. TES winks and says, "infused." That's one of them fancy buzzwords. Ya get it? Nicky NotKatt tells Timmy-Fell-Down-A-Well to watch his screens, so he can go and try to have sex with his sister.
Later. Rickman plays with some string, trying to make a Cat's Cradle. Yes, they're bored because the market is slow because it's the holidays. Got. It. Yesterday. Alex walks by and Rickman stops her. "Hey Al. I'm sorry things didn't work out...with you and Jack." He says this quite seriously. I guess some ball trouble will humble a guy. She stares back at him and responds, "Thanks for all your support. It's really meant a lot to me." "Yeah, no problem" he says. Hee. Rickman then strolls over to Nicky's monitor, being watched by Timmy-Fell-Down-A-Well. Rickman: "Can you take your Junior Achiever thing somewhere else, please. I'm not in the mood." Ah man, the underplayed sense of pure jovial malice he can exude merely by crossing a room is almost worth the $2.3 million. Timmy says why he's there, and then Rickman says, "Well, try not to breathe." After having just been nice to Alex, he tells TES with glee that marriage is bad. He then winces again in pain and T. Everett Koop tells him to get it checked out, that "you don't want to screw around with your testicles." Rickman tells TES to shut up. He then holds out his hands with the string all tangled on them and says, "Look at this, check it out: I think I got it." Ha.
Conference room. Oh, lord. Goldberg and Alex and crew sit in with a Saudi man and his all-but-her-eyes-covered daughter. The man wants to invest in the American market, but only in companies that don't go against Islamic law, to which he strictly adheres. He won't deal with companies involved in pork, tobacco, entertainment, guns, la la la. They hand over a list of companies in that realm that Goldberg likes for long-term growth. Father hands it to daughter, who looks at it and says some smart market shit. Goldberg is smitten.
Trading room. Goldberg tells the boys that he's "smitten." See. The girl's name is something like Leelee and they're investing millions and millions and she's the only one Father lets advise him which is surprising considering oppression towards women in Muslim culture. He says she has "dark, searching eyes," and Rickman makes some joke about going out with a Saudi girl being like Let's Make A Deal, and even he doesn't seem to get it because he just mumbles the line, wondering why the writers hate him so much. Goldberg reveals that he is going out with her for dinner...but also with Father and Alex. "Sweet, dude. Double date," says Rickman. "Who gets the back seat on the ride home?" The crew doesn't want to fucking bother setting up a new shot, so they just have Giancarlo come and take Goldberg's spot when he leaves. He asks to see TES alone in his office.