Scraggle and Mollie walk into his apartment as Mollie reads a rental application: "Credit history, yikes!" Scraggle tells her to make something up because he's sure the landlord won't check. While Scraggle looks for a pen, Mollie asks if he's sure the apartment isn't being shown to anyone else. Scraggle waves his hand and implies that what really matters is to look like she's prepared to take care of "the parakeet." Okay, now we get it, she's trying to get a house-sitting apartment. Nice of them to explain that to us. Mollie giggles and says, "Just as long as it doesn't say things like 'bite me' when I bring a gentleman caller around." "Gentleman caller"? Again I ask, what's with the fifties motif? Jeez, she's from Oregon, not Georgia. Scraggle looks at her intently and asks if she's planning on having lots of visitors. "Because I should point out that my apartment is directly underneath yours, I can hear everything." Mollie giggles again, "Probably just my tap partner, but you'd be okay with that, wouldn't you Maguire?" Scraggle flirts back and strikes another blow for tolerance, saying, "That depends, what percentage of tap dancers are straight, would you say?" Mollie laughs because all tap dancers, male or female, are gay of course. Including Gregory Hines. Mollie asks what sounds she's likely to hear emanating from Scraggle's apartment. Scraggle gets all serious-like and says, "Oh not much, just some music." Yeah, and when exactly was the last time Scraggle picked up his guitar? Mollie teases some more, "No girlish laughter? No squeaky bedsprings?" Scraggle says, "Didn't Romy tell you? I'm studying for the priesthood." Mollie tells him she could fix that. "I'll bet you could," Scraggle says intently. Yuck. Have I mentioned that Mollie looks like Sandy Duncan's twin?
In their apartment, Platypus is giving Sarah fair warning. "What?" Sarah asks, blatantly thrusting out her dinners as she admires herself in the mirror. "You're afraid I'll get hurt if they reject me? Come on, it's just a lark ["Just a lark?" Does she think she's British now?] Either I get it or I don't!" Sarah says carelessly. Platypus tells her she's talking about Mollie: "She's quietly aggressive." Sarah's not impressed as she tells Platypus to name one person in the city who isn't aggressive. Platypus argues that she grew up with Mollie and that, although she seems very nice, she's the type of girl who acts like your best friend until she drops you like a hot coal for a guy. Sarah says she's not looking for a best friend, and Platypus argues that Mollie "insinuates" herself. Platypus tells Sarah to unbutton another button: "Sex sells, even in radio." I'd really like Platypus to explain that one.
A fat man drinks coffee as Mollie and Sarah sing a fifties-style carpet cleaning jingle. Yeah, singing about dead fleas, cat vomit, and cigar ash all smooshed into a carpet is about Jennifer Love Hewitt's level. After telling Murray, of Murray's Carpet Cleaning Service, that they aren't union, they get the job. On the walk home, Mollie and Sarah squeal about easy money and make plans to go out and celebrate after Mollie's acting class. As Sarah waits for Scraggle to show up at the bar, she giggles over the lyrics she has to sing: "When Snowball pees..." Joss breezes by and asks why Sarah's still there. Sarah tells her that she's waiting for Scraggle, who's a half an hour late. Platypus shows up and excitedly asks Sarah about her audition. Sarah tells her she got the job as the new pitchwoman for Murray's Carpet Cleaning Service. All together now: Squeal! Joss comments, "Another New York success story," and Platypus tells Sarah she's taking her out that night to celebrate. Just then, Sarah gets a call from Mollie saying she just got out of class. Sarah tells her that Scraggle isn't even there yet. Platypus divines from Sarah's end of the conversation that she and Scraggle are going out with Mollie. Platypus's face falls and she asks if Mollie also got the job. Sarah confirms it as Scraggle walks in apologizing for his tardiness. Platypus asks if the three of them are going out. Sarah confirms and tells Platypus, belatedly, that she should come along on their celebratory night out. Platypus declines and stalks out, impervious to Sarah's calls. Scraggle, the dumbass, asks what's going on. Sarah just shakes her head and rolls her eyes.