Double R. Cole, Cooper, and Truman enter, Cole ratcheting the decibel level up to "desperate for laughs" in shrieking, "Harry, the best cure I ever came across for a hangover was raw meat! And plenty of it!" Harry makes right for the bathroom, and Cole and Cooper exchange devious grins. Okay, frat boys of the federal government -- now you're just being mean. Cole and Cooper take off their overcoats, and we're meant to notice that Cooper is back to his men-in-black ensemble. Cole and Cooper offer each other more thumbs up, as the F.B.I. starts to look like the most fun place to work in D.C. ever. Seated at the booth, Cole looks behind the counter and spots Shelley, asking apropos of nothing, "Holy smokes, who is that?" Cooper replies that it's "Shelley Johnson." What's on second. They don't know who's on third. He can't hear, and WE GET IT. But he asks again, and Cooper is forced to scream her name, causing her to look over and wave wanly. Cole thinks she's hot, and asks Cooper to wish him good luck while he goes over and moves in for the kill. Oh, Lord. He's old enough to be her failed television series director. Approaching, he bellows (I might have used that word already, but I'm on the ropes for another synonym for "talked loudly" here), "Hello!" Shelley, startled, almost drops a cup, but it's all very subtle and have I mentioned that I love her? Cole, undaunted, continues on, "I was wondering if I might trouble you for a cup of strong, black coffee. And in the process, engage you in an anecdote of no small amusement." Except he calls it an "antecdote," because, y'know, quirky. Shelley looks over at Cooper in no small amount of horror, but he gives her an "a-okay sign" and Shelley shoots back, "You don't have to shout. I can hear you." But lo, Cole can hear her perfectly. "For some weird reason, I can hear you clear as a bell." It's a miracle. And dreams are made of emotion.
Episode Report CardDjb: B- | 495 USERS: B-
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