Sugarpop is of the opinion that her grandson should have been baptized long ago, and that she has already regretted it. She hands over a bunch of money and Doug jumps in with his whole routine -- "Would you like to add on our special mobile-home blessing? $99 day-of-baptism special, new clients only?" -- but Randy shuts him down.

You can actually smell the smell of Mark-Paul Gosselaar a good ten minutes before he arrives, all pugnacious jutting chin and petulant brow. The only thing he's missing twenty years later is the Ferris Bueller 'tude and the toolish hairdo that empowered it, which would barely be missed and certainly not when he's replaced them with muscles everywhere a person can have muscles. What a rock star he has turned out to be. However, for this scene we can only enjoy the possibility and not the actuality of MPG, because Nancy is yelling out her actions as she performs them to an empty room: "Customer! Customer taking a beer! Customer looking for bottle opener in... Weird empty dismal podunk bar..." Finally he arrives -- toting Shiner, for some reason, which they don't have there or in California where presumably this was filmed -- and it is awesome.

There's a sign hanging over the register that says, "No ladies at the bar. Table service starts at 6 PM." Nancy decides to push it, because the dude is hot and standing right there staring at her, and she can smell him too. The sign was his dad's, who is dead now, but he doesn't feel like taking it down. "You want to buy a Lincoln Towncar?" They both agree that this is not his style. He drives, Nancy deciphers correctly, a pickup truck, ten to fifteen years old, still has a cassette player with a tape stuck in it." Huge smile, but he doesn't see it.

(Who wrote this episode? This is great! Victoria Morrow, whose sparkling dialogue was also of note in "Felling & Swamping," "Machetes Up Top," and "Love Circle Overlap," the one with the ayahuasca. Ms. Morrow, we salute you.)