Sam starts to sign out, but then goes back to his office and begins looking stuff up in a big fat reference book. He leaves his coat on, but sits down and turns on his desk lamp.

Saturday, 9:00 AM: Donna arrives only to find Josh asleep on the floor of his office. He's sleeping in front of his desk, with his wadded-up jacket serving as a pillow, snoring grotesquely. Donna looks disappointed but not particularly surprised. She calls his name loudly and he wakes up with one last congested snore and a cough, sitting bolt upright. He has a pair of red lace panties around his neck and he looks god-awful, but says "Hi." Donna asks whether he spent the night there. He says he's only been there a couple of hours. Turns out the party went on until the wee hours. Donna has to ask him a couple of times why he didn't go home. As he pulls the underwear over his head, he says he couldn't find his keys, or remember where he lived. As he stands up, he says he thinks there might have been strippers at the party. He shakes out his jacket as Donna makes a disgusted face and says, "Oh, my God!" Josh shushes her. "What happened to your clothes?" she asks. Josh: "I may have wrinkled my suit." Josh makes a praying gesture with his hands and begs her to speak very softly. She's still a tad shrill as she asks how he got like this. Josh tells her that people were pouring champagne over each other. Donna: "And then wrestling in dirt?" Josh: "I can't remember, but it's certainly not out of the question." He folds his arms and regards her, squinty-eyed. She's still giving him disgusted looks and reminds him that he has a meeting. He remembers, or he thinks he does. Actually, he's a little vague on the details so Donna reminds him that it's Joey Lucas about O'Dwyer. She also tells him, while trying to politely shield her nose, that he can't wear those clothes. He insists he's fine, but Donna goes off to find other clothes asking, as she goes, "Are you going to listen to me from now on?" Josh: "I'm not even listening to you now." Donna, shouting: "I said, are you gonna listen..." Josh, also loudly: "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Then his head plops down on his desk. Josh, old buddy, you might want to stick to Shirley Temples and Virgin Marys.