Sarah mutters numbers to herself while Spencer pleads for money on the phone. Finally, not succeeding in his plan, Spencer hangs up, looks at Sarah and says, "Don't ask. Jerk." He asks Sarah what she's doing, and Sarah outlines her plan for a temp agency in the Village especially for writers, actors, artists, musicians, et cetera, those who are waiting to make it but who haven't yet. Spencer looks bored. "I know it's not sexy," Sarah says, "but I want to make it sexy." I don't even want to know how she plans on doing that. She goes on that she ran some numbers (and don't even get me started on that one) and figured she could make a thousand dollars in a week. Spencer is less than thrilled for her. Sarah asks him what happened to the meat of his inspirational speech. Does she want him to lie to her, he asks. "Fine, a temp agency? Ah, that's a great idea, I think it's a sure thing." Spencer smiles tightly at her and Sarah looks sad. It seems as though he's one of those selfish guys who can't be happy for the success of others if they aren't successful themselves. What a perfect mate for Sarah. At a coffee shop, Scraggle tells Sarah that he thinks her temp agency thing is a great idea. Go figure. I'll bet Sarah is going to jump back into bed with Scraggle simply on that score alone. She links arms with Scraggle and asks him what about her idea he likes. Scraggle stammers, and Sarah catches on, saying, "Because you basically put the kibosh on my singing career and so now you don't want to rain on my parade twice?" Scraggle says, "Well, there's that. No, I think this is very doable." Sarah asks what she's supposed to do, "storm a few personnel offices and demand they take us on as clients?" Scraggle tells her she has to sell herself. Since she does that every single week on this show, that shouldn't be too much of a stretch for her. Maybe she'll actually succeed this time.