Platypus and J.B. are watching a tape of Platypus' soap and Platypus slows down the recording, frame-by-frame, to show J.B. where she is in the shot. "See, look at that -- even in slow motion, you blink, you miss me. That's Dede. Right now my entire family is wondering why I have blonde hair and big boobs." J.B. says that he thought she told them all the truth, and Platypus explains that she was planning on writing everyone instead: "Good news, a phone call; bad news, postcards." J.B. tells her that he although he's no expert, he thought she was good. "Yeah, all five seconds of me," Platypus says. Platypus then goes on to say that what J.B. said to her last night helped her put all her failures into perspective: "And you know what I realized? You're totally right and I will never do that. I mean, sex isn't something you just use -- it should mean something." They kiss. Platypus "means something" here, and J.B. knows it because he stops her and says, "Rome, I just don't think that we should." Platypus starts to get annoyed and says, "What, still not the right time?" J.B. shakes his head, "No, I don't think so." Platypus asks if he can give her a hint, "because I always thought the right time for a guy was when the woman said yes." J.B. says, "It depends on the guy."
We're back at the studio, and Sarah is singing -- oh God, she's singing! During her song, Sarah and Tony are doing some sort of sign language. Tony seems to think the song pertains to him, but Sarah keeps shaking her head at him and gesturing, "No!" I don't know what kind of sound Love is going for here, but she sure isn't singing from her diaphragm, unless "diaphragm" has a new definition that means "nasal passages." The song ends, and Tony blows her a kiss with both hands. A voice from the booth says, "Sounds good, let's lay it down." Sarah manages a strained smile.
J.B. is back to playing gigolo at Joan's. Joan is just getting off the phone with a client: "Get this, I have shown this woman eight fantastic apartments and now she tells me she wants four bathrooms, one just for her cosmetics. Makes me proud to be a woman." J.B. is clearly not listening, because, at her prodding, he says, "Me too." Joan asks him what's wrong, but J.B. doesn't want to talk about it. Joan offers him a back rub, but J.B. says no. Joan persists until J.B. blurts out, "I don't want a back rub, all right?" Joan, taken aback, asks if she did something: "Is this about me?" J.B. tells her he's just in a mood, and she accepts that, tells him she's going to heat up the Chinese, and walks inside. J.B. continues his brood on the balcony.