Elispa opens the door, wearing a bathrobe stolen from Yul Brenners The King and I wardrobe. Jonathan enters. Mikey, revealing his frighteningly fleshless torso, six-pack in full evidence like some living, mentally-handicapped Grays Anatomy diagram, swathes himself in a towel and greets Jonathan, who is clearly not pleased with a naked porn star wandering around his girlfriends apartment. Mikey asks Jonathan if he wants some of Elispas lasagna. Jonathan, filled to the rim with brimming Ike-Turner-ness, says no, theyre about to go eat, while Mikey sings Elispas praises some more: "Shes a great cook. And she gets groceries. Dont know what Id do without her." Well, Mikey, you could just move the hell back in with your parents, at a guess. Jonathan mutters something about Mikey putting on some clothes. Elispa sashays out, wearing the very latest in satin muu-muus, complete with bizarre white satin cover-up. Mikey tells her shes looking good. Elispa smacks one on Jonathan while Mikey hoovers up lasagna like it was his first meal since being released from a POW camp.
Outside, Jonathan asks, "Does he always eat dinner in a towel?" and Elispa quisps-a, "At least hes finally wearing one," and walks away. Jonathan stands there, looking rather amused, until Elispa, not realizing there is closed-captioning, shouts, "Im kidding!" and grabs Jonathan so he can follow her, in case her blindingly shiny dress isnt enough of a beacon.
Ferretestarossa, wearing a large chenille bathmat, stands under an umbrella as Barto kisses her and babbles something about knowing that "Bernie didnt die of blah blah blah lungcakes" he died of something else and Barto knew it all along. By the way, Bernie is his cadaver. How whimsical and charming of him.
Jack enters the foyer of the Pheremone Phlats. A bob-haired vixen, wearing a midriff shirt -- of course, since the rainy season in New York is exactly the time when you want to expose your midriff to the elements -- is scanning the mailboxes. She asks Jack is she knows where David Jillefski lives. Amanda Peet, obviously fighting her way through the Nembutal fog that allows her to go to work on this show, takes a thousand years and several bizarre head movements to say that yes, she does, that hes her boyfriend. She leads the way to Jills apartment, only to be confronted by dozens of nubile young things, obviously there for Jills quest for a nude model. Jack busts in on their action and sits through the interview, with a woman who is about ten times more attractive than Amanda Peet. Jill and Mikey ogle "Natashas" portfolio until Jack, unable to stand it any longer, goes out into the hell and tells all the prospectees that the tryouts are over, and to "eat something!" She then says shell model for Jill. Mikey is heartbroken and yelps, "But cant we still interview?" and of course no one pays him any attention. Jack simpers and grins with no purpose.