All the boys are on the couch watching a football game, making comments while drinking their beer. Even Jerry says, "They blow!" Sarah is in the kitchen trying to get her suitors' attention (happily absent in this scene) for help in the kitchen with the clean-up. Tony finally volunteers, and Scraggle looks intrigued. Sarah tells him that she will wash and he can dry, and Tony tells her she needs gloves to protect her "beautiful" hands, because his mother has "got mitts like a Platypus." I've said it before, and I will say it again -- someone at Fox is reading my site. Tony kisses her hands and says, "I will put a rock on this one so fast." Sarah stops him, and Tony says that he knows how she feels about him and he is fine with it, "for now." Sarah tells him they can't be friends, because he thinks her feelings are a "for-now thing" when they're really a "never" thing. Tony says he should go, and Sarah tells him to stay for pie, but Tony says he's "on the verge of spilling" and he kind of wants to leave her with the idea that he's a tough guy. Sarah says she'll wrap up some pumpkin pie, and she's about to when Spencer drags her into one of the many bedrooms that were built after the premiere of the show to kiss her. Sarah tries to interrupt, but Spencer doesn't let her, goes on about waiting for "the other three" to leave, and kisses her again, saying, "Mmm, you taste like cloves. That caterer was good!" Sarah gives Spencer the skinny on what's up between the two of them. Sarah says that they need to get on "the friends track." Spencer says he has enough friends. She tells him that he wants to sleep with her but not be friends with her. Spencer says, "That's too cut-and-dried," and tries to explain, but Sarah tells him to leave. And he does. Without any pie.

Sarah notices that Jerry's not there, and she yells at Scraggle for not keeping him. Scraggle says, "What was I supposed to do, sit on him until you two came out of the bathroom?" (Good point, but wait a flinging-flanging second -- that was a bathroom?) Sarah says, "God, Maguire!" and flounces out of the apartment, banging the door behind her. "God, Maguire," what? Of all the dumb-asses there, how exactly does it work that she is pissed at him? She's just mad because he hasn't fallen on his knees to lick her boots like the other two. Sarah finds Jerry in the hall and tries to persuade him to come back in. Jerry won't, but Sarah runs after him into the street, asking where he's going so she can check on him later. Another fashion update: Sarah is in the street rubbing her bare arms, but at the same time manages to have her little shirt pulled up enough to bare quite an expanse of her flat stomach, which is flexed in her current pose. Jerry tells Sarah that there is no music where she is, because the construction has finished and that he "can't conduct without an orchestra." Sarah, desperate, says, "Well, what about me? Listen!" and here she flings her arms out and pushes out her dinners and shows off her bellybutton. Jerry looks at her and turns away, ignoring her protests. He walks off into the New York night.