Meanwhile, Platypus is working it with her fight partner. "Chelsea, huh? I hear there's some good new restaurants there," she natters. ["I don't know if the writers expected non-Manhattanites to get that reference, but the fact that the guy lives in Chelsea probably means he's gay." -- Sars] "You wanna try resisting me a little bit?" is her partner's response. "Wow, you're strong. You must work out, huh?" Platypus says this while feeling the forearm muscles of her partner. In this scene, Platypus looks really nappy and sweaty, with these tendril-wanna-be-hair-pieces hanging around her ears. Not attractive. Throughout this short conversation, Platypus and her fight partner are fake-throttling each other. Oh, I really could let my imagination run wild here. The class moves on to mock punch-throwing, and Platypus is still babbling, asking her partner if he'd seen Shakespeare in the Park that summer. Meanwhile, the instructor is telling the class to speed things up and keep eye contact. Platypus continues to yammer incessantly: "I'm also big on sporting events and I know most of the rules. So I'm not like one of those girls who's always asking stupid questions. God, don't you just hate that?" Her partner nods as the instructor calls out, "Okay, real time. Good work, Ronnie." For some reason, Platypus thinks he's addressing her and, distracted, turns to say, "Really?" She turns back to her partner just in time to receive a genuine, non-fake punch smack-dab in the kisser. Her partner looks shocked, and so does the instructor, but deep down, you know they gotta be relieved.

Back at the bar, Sarah is talking to Walt about what kind of law he is studying. He's explaining that it has to do with representing kids who have legal rights to benefits, aid, food stamps, and so forth but whose parents don't apply for them. Sarah acts like she's intrigued and listening, but actually she's annoyed that he hasn't bowed down to kiss her big, itchy arches. She giggles, "Wow, that's amazing!" Walt tells her she should come by the storefront (huh?) one day. Sarah giggles again and says, "Absolutely, it's a date." Walt gives her a haunted look. Sarah asks what's wrong. Walt says, "Could you say that again?" Sarah says, "It's a date." Walt: "No, your voice did a little giggle thing the first time." Sarah, confused says: "Uh-huh?" "She used to use that phrase all the time. [Giggle.] 'It's a date.' 'It's a date.' [Giggle.] You sound exactly like her," Walt explains, imitating Sarah. Sarah mutters under her breath, "Your ex." Walt starts to get warmed up: "You know what's weird? The first time we went out was to a bar. And then for a second date, I took her to the zoo, do you like the zoo?" Sarah stammers, "I, I guess, sure..." The crazy music in the background starts to grow louder as Walt starts to rant, "She wore this red sweater, it was kind of sexy and tight. Maybe I could get one for you to wear, oh, and a ponytail and darker lipstick, she wore much darker lipstick --" Sarah's had enough of another woman taking up her spotlight, so she interrupts him, grabbing his arm: "Walt!"