Platypus and Mini-Tom Cruise run lines at a diner. Mini-Tom Cruise tells her that she's giving away to too much flirtation in her lines. "The lines are flirtatious," Platypus argues. "Look: 'I've never felt so taken care of as I do now. Not all the time I was married, not once, no like I do with you.' It's in the lines." Mini-Tom Cruise says dismissively, "Okay." Platypus tells her not to agree with her just to agree with her. "You're driving me crazy," Mini-Tom Cruise tells her. Platypus tells him she has to be good at this part and she needs his help. Mini-Tom Cruise tells her to run the lines more matter-of-factly. "Let the words give away your secret, not you," he directs her. Platypus says the lines again with much less seduction and breathiness. The lighting in the diner makes her upper lip look really huge, almost as though she had an injection or a severe sting from a bee on steroids. Mini-Tom Cruise tells her he likes her voice: "It's very sweet and gentle. Wanna-just-close-your-eyes-and-listen kind of voices." Platypus acts modest. "Oh, please!" she says, waving him away. Mini-Tom Cruise looks at his watch and says that it's getting late. Platypus says she can go on unless he wants to go. Mini-Tom Cruise smiles and orders two more coffees. "We're in for the long haul," he says.
Sarah walks up the steps with Scraggle, complaining that she doesn't know anything about payroll or benefits. "I mean, am I expected to provide health benefits for all my employees?" she asks Scraggle, who hasn't gotten a word in edgewise. "Listen to me: 'employees'! My building super and her friend from grad school!" Scraggle says, "Well, hey, it's a start. It's like that shampoo commercial: if they tell two friends and they tell two friends --" Sarah interrupts him and says, "Oh, my god, what's going on? That guy just came out of my apartment." A maintenance guy with a clipboard is exiting Sarah's apartment. "Hey, you!" shouts Scraggle, Sarah's attack dog, "You wanna tell me what you were doing in there?" The maintenance guy said he just installed a business line. "Well, I didn't order one!" Sarah says. The maintenance guy checks his clipboard, "Oh, are you Spencer Holloway? Because that's who placed the order," he tells her. Sarah's jaw gapes unattractively. In the apartment, Sarah admires her new phone. "Is that supposed to be romantic or something? A phone line? I don't get it," Scraggle says. "He has the weirdest way of apologizing," Sarah says dreamily as she picks up the phone and dials. Spencer picks up on the other end. "You have the weirdest way of apologizing," Sarah tells Spencer. "They installed it?" Spencer asks, "Well, apparently, if you have a business line that means you have a business." "So it seems," Sarah says. "Thank you." Spencer tells her not to see it as a thoughtful, overdue supportive gesture: "It is purely a selfish move. The temp agency is a good idea, and it occurred to me that given how smart and driven you are that you're going to be so successful that I'm never going to be able to reach you on the phone. Then who am I going to have phone sex with?" Spencer asks. "Um, isn't phone sex on a business line a violation of FCC regulations?" Sarah asks, as Scraggle turns and walks out the door. I can't believe she said that in front of Scraggle. Please keep your bedroom issues in the bedroom. We don't want them out here, thank you very much. Sarah reclines on a chair and crosses her legs to show painfully high spiked heels that no businesswoman in her right mind would be caught dead in. Spencer says that he can imagine Sarah doing "hard time, in a prison uniform, on the top bunk, with your cell mate, Yolanda. Ooh, I'm sorry, I'm getting a little woozy over here," Spencer says. "Too woozy to come over to my place?" Sarah asks. Fade to blackest black on the show.