Back at the Williams mansion, Gwen is flipping out over Jack's sudden decision to red-light her hotel renovation project. He will not let "emotion dictate strategy!" The girls arrive, and Jack's curious as to why Jenny looks so flush. The better question is why isn't she at Fall Crest taking part in the two-week rehab program at which he dropped her off, only yesterday. He will not let logic dictate storylines. Peter arrives to tattle on Heather for not making it home last night. He knows this because her "sheety-weeties" weren't "tussled." It's presumed that she slept with Dr. Bradley Riggs, someone Peter describes as "man-tan handsome in a Ralph Lauren kind of way." I've said it before and it looks like I'll only have four more weeks to say it: either Peter's written as a gay man, written by a gay man, or written as a gay man. The idle gossip dissolves as Chandler arrives for his special breakfast. The maid brings in a cake with candles. Man, these rich folks just lead different lives, don't they? I mean, cake for breakfast -- it's just so rich. Unless of course it's a coffee cake. That would be okay...but I digress. This party is just a teaser for tomorrow night's shindig at the Pulse Club. A rousing version "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" peters out as Heather walks in. She's wearing traditional mourning clothes -- a blue plaid vest. She announces that she's lost the baby and the Williams girls immediately rush to comfort her.
Later that day, Peter interrupts Samantha's conversation with her secretary to ream her out. A little foreshadowing there, but must they be so vulgar about it? He's really upset because she stole the Crocker negotiations right from under his nose. "Mergers and acquisitions have always been my domain," he spits. I betcha that the actors who appear opposite this guy get to protect themselves with some kind of wearable sneeze guard. You'd have to. Samantha reveals that Jack asked her to check up on Peter. He nearly ruined the negotiations, but she saved them over one latte, two eggs, and three hours of creative begging. Things really begin to get absurd as he implies that Samantha may have offered sex to the Crockers. Someone slipped the French language CD in again as he addresses her as Mademoiselle Sanchez. Just for fun lets play a drinking game tonight. One shot for every French reference. Peter changes the subject to the miscarriage. "Très tragique," he sarcastically exclaims. A shot. Samantha finds his lack of compassion heartless and slams the door shut.